Turn Your Light On

Hey now, all you sinners
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you lovers
Put your lights on, put your lights on
Hey now, all you killers
Put your lights on, put your lights on

Hey now, all you children
Leave your lights on, you better leave your lights on
Cause there's a monster living under my bed
Whispering in my ear
There's an angel, with a hand on my head
She say I've got nothing to fear

Every night, shortly after the sunsets, as darkness descends upon the city, this big shiny star rises into the east, glittering vibrantly, her light is so strong its almost blinding. There is something very reassuring when I see her hovering in the sky, at about the same time, every nite. No matter what's happened in my life to throw me off center, no matter how angry, or sad, or frustrated, or scared, or all alone, I may feel, I look up, see my star, and I know all is fine...everything's going to be alright. I am comforted by her constant presence.

Tonite, when I needed to see her most, when I needed to feel comforted in the only way that her constant presence can provide, I looked up in the east sky...and there she wasn't! I didn't see her. I stared at the sky for quite awhile...but Her shining light is hidden, unable to be seen behind layers and layers of dark, gray clouds.

It hasn't stopped raining all day...it won't stop raining all nite.