The Miners Lamp

Listen


Deep, deep in the mine


Tap, Tap, Tap


It is so distant.


Deeper into the mine I go


I see the faint glow of a
small light


I am drawn to it


Suddenly I hear the jingling
of bridles and harnesses


The gee and haw of a mule
driver


Coal cars rumble along tracks


As I turn to follow the sound


The old mule driver comes to
a halt next to


a lone miner using a pick to
tap the coal out of the earth


Four Angels appear as if descending
from the roof of the mine


The walls of the mine are
bathed in Heavenly light


The miner, the mule driver
and the mules are covered in a golden glow



The miner and the mule driver look directly at me


Proud, strong faces, hollow
eyed and black with coal


The Angels spread their
wings, enclosing everything


The mine walls rumble and a
chorus of Angels is heard as the group rises upward and disappears


Total darkness




Then I see it


One Miner’s Lamp Glowing


As I pick it up, written in
gold inside the band, “God Bless the Miners”


And the Miner’s Lamp leads me
home.