Blessing for a Candle

The candle burns

a hollow in her heart

where Light settles, plants itself and grows

to brighten and warm her soul

body, mind

in the cold of these dark times.

The wick burrows deeply

into the fuel of its flame

the waxy substance, the ground

on which it burns

sinking deeper into the core of its life

She learns the thing

that feeds her,

the stuff she eats to live

and scatters to the air.

The flame her Being,

the flicker her Breath

the light her Vision

the darkness?…some would say death

some would say mystery,

the match, the secret sparking of her life

in the cold of these dark times.

©photo and poem by caf