Looking For The Light Poem by James Tipp

So you thought you found the light switch
But it turned into a fused burned out emptiness.
You thought you knew what you wanted
Only to find it was that empty bag spoken off
A moment of ecstasy that opens the chasm
Of disappointment and emptiness wider.
The still voice is missing despite the hearing aid
The amplification and the radar spinning.
The Preacher and the Psalmist empathies
Each generation must seek its own ways
To live in the darkness, await the glimmer
The path that leads to the tuner, the station
On which your track is being played
To hear the one who calls saying to your name
“This is our tune, dance with me out of the night
For I called and I will find a way to heal your pain”