The lamppost in Narnia,
An oil lamp hanging from a tree branch,
Or the street lamp that lights
The silhouetted couple
In the empty city street by night.
It is a solitary light in an unusual place.
It is the expected backdrop light
Of every darkened city scene.
It lights the way, It marks the spot,
It frames the scene in amber tones,
Or roots itself immoveably
Awaiting Kings and Queens.
It is left by one who thinks
Of those who will come after.
And it is found by the receivers
Of the gift of things unseen.
It is the lamppost,
The lamp left for others,
The light in the darkened place,
And the landmark that shows the way
Toward better things.
