St. Lucia's Day

She was blinded
By the cruelty of the world,
Left sightless
In a world of dancing light,
Lost to a myriad of colors arrayed
In splendor across creation’s glory.
Yet she could still see
One face above all worlds,
Could see with heart and soul
All that could be loved.
We who are blind to beauty,
We who walk unseeing
Through a panoply of wonders
And stumble through our days
Without looking up,
Pray for such a miracle of light.
It may not be a crown of candles
That awakens us,
That tears the blinders from our eyes,
But grace that comes from pain,
Or some other holy surprise.
Tonight the heavens will blaze
With celestial fireworks,
Gemini’s meteors burning above us.
But they may be, in truth,
St. Lucia’s candles in the sky,
Calling us who walk in darkness
To see a greater light.
Like the ancient magi
Scanning the sky for guidance,
We are invited to journey
Through the world’s midnight
With stars in our eyes.