When the Lights Go Out


When the lights go out in your house

and you can’t even find a candle…


When yellow gas seeps under the door frame

and through the vents…


Hold steady and call on the Brilliant One



That light is brighter than the darkness

that hides in every corner and nook—

that causes you to crack your shins on furniture

and sparks to life the tormentors

who burn your bedroom to the ground.


It is stronger than the toxic agent

which clouds every room,

sends you seeking through the fug,

and makes you cough and choke

on your own vanity and greed.


When you know of your brightness,

of your strength and resilience,

your house lights again,

and that yellow gas, you realize,

is harmless as a dust mote.



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7 Responses to “When the Lights Go Out”

  1. Stephani April 26, 2018 at 7:07 am #

    Thank you for your words! Here’s to our brightness, strength, and resilience.

    • Lesley April 26, 2018 at 7:05 pm #

      Thank you, Stephani. Yes, may those qualities shine forth!

  2. Kelley Kieve April 26, 2018 at 9:30 am #

    The poem is sublime and I hope you and your world are as well❤️

    • Lesley April 26, 2018 at 7:06 pm #

      Thank you, Kelley. Yes, my world is going great. I hope yours is too. <3

  3. Rudy April 26, 2018 at 9:28 pm #


    Who needs light when there is vision?

    Shin-thumping comes from movement without understanding. Mine are pretty beat up most of the time. This poem offers a lot to contemplate — so much carefully crafted symbolism.

    It should go into a book! 🙂

  4. Chloe April 27, 2018 at 6:49 am #

    The more I read this, the more there is to contemplate. It’s interesting how important our assumptions of ourselves are isn’t it. ‘When you know of your brightness…..your house lights again’. Such trust and practice needed to really experience this knowing. Thank you!

  5. Bob Kuyper April 27, 2018 at 7:39 am #

    Great analogy on letting the world into your inner world. The air in that room is kept clean by Him, but if you try to be of the world, rather than just in it, the gas comes under the door.

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