Oil Lamps

silhouette of man with oil lamp on shore at sunset

My heart was

one big purple bruise

intent on finding refuge


taken in search of finding

a compensating love—

confessing, wiser now, not such an idiot

to think that life is found

anywhere but inside the wounded heart,

healed, bathed

in the flickering light of small lamps lit

for God returning to see

how, now my heart is

Published by Dayna E. Mazzuca

Contemplative Christian Poet, Author & Speaker

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