The 1st Advent candle was lit, we sang
Without a word, familiar presence
and then, it went out.
The 1st candle was re-lit and the second candle was then lit, we sang
and then, they went out.
As if from lit to out, my mind wound down
unexpectedly extinguished, with those candle flames.
Without a word, familiar presence
rest well, here with me.
Softly whispered, within my chest
pen to paper;
Life in a candle
to hope is but a dance with a peaceful flame,
rekindling moments
in every wick
joyfully burning my smoldering soul
lovingly flickering
rekindling moments
in every wick
joyfully burning my smoldering soul
lovingly flickering
Saturday December 09, 2017