This Little Light of Mine, I’m Gonna Let It Shine…until the electric bill gets too high. I don’t want it to actually cost me anything.
This Little Light of Mine, I’m Gonna…replace it with an LED. This whole shining thing just takes too much energy.
Let It Shine! Let It Shine! Let It…glow lightly, but only for ambiance and virtue signaling.
Hide It Under a Bushel? N…Well, not all of the time, only when someone’s around who might not like it.
Hide It Under a Bushel? NO!…Definitely not! But I will do my best to obstruct any other bright light being shown on problems that do not directly affect me personally.
Hide It Under a Bushel? N…well maybe under a decorative shade so it’s not so harsh and can be focused directionally only on the darkness that I want dispelled.
Let It Shine! Let It Shine! Let It…be blocked just enough to cast lots of questionable shadows where my darkest fears and hurts can flourish.
Won’t Let Satan Blow It Out…I’ll completely insulate it behind hurricane glass cut off from the outside world so it will never be challenged by the winds of change.
Won’t Let Satan Blow It Out…but I’ll huff and puff until I have extinguished another’s light with all of the hot air rolling from my mouth, talking when I should be listening.
Won’t let Satan blow it out…I’ll just do it myself. What the hell’s the point anyway?
Let It Shine! Let It Shine! Let It…
Not “cause it.” Or “make it.” Or “demand it.”
And this little light? It’s mine.
I have been entrusted with it. To care for it. To use it.
And if it goes out, which it might.
Reignite that fire!
A single spark can go a long way when the light is passed and shared and encouraged.
This Little Light of Mine…Is not the only one. Nor should it ever be.
This Little Light of Mine…Didn’t start with me. Nor should it end with me.
This Little Light of Mine…Goes wherever it will. And it will. We just have to…let it.
Let It Shine! Let It Shine! Let It Shine!
— Laura Becker
Laura Becker is an essayist who currently resides in Redondo Beach with her screenwriting partner/husband. Born in Missouri. Raised in Kansas. Adolescence/young adulthood in Iowa, which, according to Walter Neft in Double Indemnity, makes her a native Californian. She writes, quips, muses and laughs about almost anything…almost.