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  • Writer's pictureCatherine L. Haws

My Light and Salvation

Words like “deliverer” and “salvation”

Sound like white painted siding

and a cupboard of those goldish trays

with the round little holes.

But pausing to really hear them-

like a midnight doctor

who knows what to do

and a beach patrol lifeguard

who knows where the rocks are-

that makes things hit different

when you realize

the one in trouble

isn’t down the road

it’s you.

And then the light

isn’t just friendly,

it’s all there is.

Who’s scared of the dark now?


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