As I Stop at the Light
She, with little to her name, fumbles a moment in her purse, rolls down her window, and hands money to the man with the sign she can’t read. He thanks her, and says, “God bless you.” All she understands is his smile, which she returns with a nod of her head. She rolls up her window. I place my hand on her shoulder. She smiles at me, and I at her.
And how could I have
immediately known her,
if not for the light.
© Marie Elena Good 2025
New Neighbors
It’s dark. I see the lit porchlight across the street. A glow shines from inside the home. For several years, there were no lights. It seemed no one lived there, but I knew better. The house used to be graced with a family. Then, only the man remained. He seldom came and went. When darkness fell, the house disappeared.
There’s something about
how the light warms the snow, and
how love warms the house.
© Marie Elena Good, 2025
In darkness of cave
Defeater of Grave was born –
a King, unadorned.
In stillness of night,
as prophets did write, a birth –
the Light Of The Earth.
In grayness of sky
and depth of blue sigh, dear one,
delight in The Son.
© Marie Elena Good, 2018
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