Treasure Island

Jeffrey McCambridge

(08/19/1985)

The Light Hidden Within


I hide light in my words
And weave it deep in my hair
So when you hear me
Your eyes will begin to glow.

With warmth and compassion
Taking a tune from the flute of Hafiz,
And saving it for the day our lights
Begin to fade away,

A violin begins to cry uncontrollably,
Not for the sins of the past,
Which many of us share
But for the joy from great gifts.

The heart weeps slowly, in cadence
With violins, making room for
The coming love, “kiss me, kiss me, ”
I demand of God.

I have come, not to take prisoners,
She tells me, but to free you all,
I hide light in my words
And weave it deeply into my love for you

Submitted: Monday, August 11, 2008

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