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
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