The Tiffany style lamp shade resting over her head and supported by the basket on her shoulder, consists of earth tones and green leaves to present the elusion that she might have stopped for a moment under the shade of a nearby tree. My precious lady stands alone on an ornately carved marble and wood table. Because of its beauty and relaxing aura, it became fitting that this should be my bedroom reading lamp. At evenings when all is quiet, I go deeply into gathering knowledge that might lead me to yet another higher level of guidance and existence.
This one particular evening, I lay on the bed, unwinding and getting ready for sleep. My ear caught a faint hissing sound that came, and then went as quickly as it came. Just a small annoyance and quickly it was gone. I turned back to turn off the lamp and heard the hissing once more. As I lay there in bed, my senses were picking up the smell of wire burning. I've always been lucky to smell coffee and electric wiring on the onset of its burning. A sudden feeling I had, propelled me to turn the lamp back on and, as I did, a spark came from the switch along with some more smoke. I quickly turned it back off and pulled the plug from the outlet.
As I lay there on my back, tears of relief began running down my face as I thanked God for the notion to turn the light back on that night. Lord only knows what might have happened had I not got a whiff of the smoke, checked it out and unplugged it before going to sleep. Someone truly watches over me, And I was guided by the light, I'm sure!
