Light

Whilst everything is dark,
I see but one light,
It comes to me,
so subtle in it's way.
Gently it floats in the air,
as if a present from thy God.
It draws near.
Dost thou see it?
That gentle light that dost shine?
Or is thy light simply in mine own eye?
I reach out.
Just as mine finger does touch it,
it's gone.
Me thinks it was splendid,
like a present presented from another,
to thine heart.
But like a present given in haste
it so quickly disappears.