Keep Faith With The Promise Of His, Light Poem by Mark Heathcote

A buttery moth that dappled shade of the moon drifting from view
You have the scent on a rotting pear orchard covered in dew
The world surrounds you like a honey drop waiting to fall.
The stillness of your wings—carries the weight of us all
You stumble in circles and sometimes pause to change direction.

… Butt your head against a window or door, with much conviction

Just as the sun dims and the streetlight awakens, you rise
And helter-skelter into vision, like some distant angel of the Lord,
Waving each wing like a sword of justice,
You attempt to extinguish a fire, perish without anything at all
Anything at all but yet, you keep faith with the promise of His, light.