Psonnets of Courtship
A Candle by the Window

I see a city shining on a hill,
and among lamps and candlesticks, a flame
whom among all that city has a name,
and I shall see that light, if I stand still,
that candle burning by the windowsill,
then walk the narrow path towards the same
and enter in the city of that fame,
if I have understood her Father's will.
I trim my lamp and strike out in the night
and walk towards the city none can hide,
the pathway of the just a shining light
within my eyes, affixed on where abide
the Father and His daughter at His right
who in the name of Jesus is my bride.
~ by Michael Rew / Email: witness@psonnets.org