Plagued with tumors for years
I am still radioactive waste
glowing like a lightning bug
I light up the desperate night.
They continue to form freely
each new nightmare tries in vain
to make me waver just enough
to turn away from what is right.
Prayers keep me mostly sane
praise lifts my senseless worry
until I streak across empty canyons
I am an eagle soaring in flight.
This world can’t contain me
or hide me in the shadows
or smother my hope with pain
for I am filled with Glorious light.
Glimmering across flower tips
at the edge of dead cold caves
through the murky dull clouds
beams touching darkened sight.
Two new tumors this morning
threaten my human life again
but my healer rises stronger
giving me His sword of light.
Knowing why I twinkle here
spreading love across waters
raging and lapping at sinking feet
not once needing to fight.
I know what’s inside me is right
I’ll always shine radioactively bright
blinding the edge of your wavering sight
for I am now the Lord’s night light.