Georges de la Tour, Magdalen of the Smoking Flame (1640) Louvre, Paris
This is what I have left
two holy books
and a lamp
to light them.
The lamp smokes and curls its way upwards
and I should trim the wick
but I don’t want to lose the light.
I look into the light
in the hope that I can see him again,
see the light that burned so deeply
the light that entered our world.
It feels as if all around me is dark
memories playing tricks on me
about what is and isn’t real
but the light is real
and what he’s done to me is real
and I search for my soul in the light
I have no need of those other things
I only need the light
the light of the world
the light of my salvation
light to lighten my life
my life lived in him.