Dwindling to Battery-operated Glimmer

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“Wordsworth and his sister Dorothy found their highest bliss in gazing together

at a glow-worm ‘laid safely by itself beneath a tree.’ This is Zen.” ~ R. H. Blyth

Perhaps a couple in a standard love

Affair would find a similarity

At dinner with the Eiffel Tower above

The candles on their table.  Charity

As veils is pulled across the Wordsworth scene.

A little child with candle flames who writes

The holiness of scripture in between

The melting columns knows what sacred lights

Look like.  Perhaps the Druid priests around

Their Stonehenge altar on that night below

The sun in solstice felt slim beams on ground

Beneath the sunrise as a seer’s glow.

  Today we settle for the blue light shine

    On smartphones using TikTok as our shrine.

~ Phillip Whidden