The Lantern Inside
When I was but a child of four,
In garden cheer I played,
And with my kindergarten friends,
A paper lantern made.
I coloured it — in crayon scrawled,
All taped with selophane,
Stuck with glue, in ruby hue,
A pleasure to my brain!
Praised for my creative work—
Encouragement felt plain,
I took my lantern home with me,
Hung at the window pane.
Lit with sunlight, red it glowed;
A tabernacle pure,
The heights of creativity!
Dull boredom’s merry cure!
The fulgent flame inside of it;
My glee in fond creation,
Craving it again with force,
To curb my perturbation.
Creative light, the purest light,
Magnesium the heat,
A puff to sway the doldrums grey,
With happy breezes sweet.
The mercy seat was precious once—
The covenantal ark,
Precious to infinity!
A godly golden spark!
The Christ defended stalwartly,
By gold angelic wings,
The ten commandments set in stone,
Sent from the king of kings!
I bid you; fan the lantern flame,
That dwells within your breast,
And chase the creativity,
That you would cherish best.
And keep it bright that lantern light,
Beneath a glassy pane,
Pray do not shun that flaming sun,
When storms of sorrow rain.
AD Lovkis, 19/08/25
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