The Lamp of Hope – A poem

The Lamp of Hope  

The lamp that lights all darkness 
Is drawn from sorrows vein 
Angels tend its lonely wick 
To see its glow remain 

Its rays spark soft and gentle 
Its red bears many scars 
Hang in the sky like ruby stones 
Amidst the twinkling stars 

The Angel's blessed scourges  
Are brought to feed the flame 
Tortures, sorrows, death and woes 
Wash us in holy rain 

The lamp can e'er be followed 
Bright and most profound 
Always lighting higher paths 
Which lead to holy ground