Our deeds trail after us

through this life

and after

are we leaving lines

of light

in our wake

or is darkness

all consuming

dripping from the words we are speaking

sickening in the scent we are leaving behind

and in the black hole we are stumbling toward

if we are truly full of light

shouldn’t life be seen

radiating from our fragile being

shouldn’t shimmering streams of vapor

mark the paths we are walking

revival swirling in the joyful winds of technicolor

is tangible evidence of the Spirit working

flowing from us like a fountain of Holy water

yes, hope should be filling the spaces where we are living

loving

and leaving