A Question Of Lights Poem by DM W

Modern cities at night are a blaze of neon lights.
Yet what is their worth compared to the one light that guides
The troubled ship in the midst of the raging storm?
How do they compare to the pure Light of the Word?
That's rarely spoken of these days, and thus unheard.
How does the fierce glare of millions of lights,
Across a nation's soulless and cold, empty streets,
Compare to the warm flame in the quiet, cosy home?