The Flame
The Flame
A flickering candle
sets a blaze
to a hidden place.
The silence
attempts to
draw the light
while an unexpected
rush of air
moves the wick
ever so slightly.
Now the flame
is a whirl…
An attempt to breathe—
a desire to sit and be.
A moment of STILLNESS…
again, a wisp of air
‘swirling’ the secret place within.
Finding rest…
it is ALL prayer—
THIS is the grace of BEING
AND
a pool of wax
drips down.
Nice poem — The Flame. Great photo, too. Christmas greetings to you, Sandra. May rich blessings from Christ the Lord come winging your way, and may this Christmas season be a time for you to rejoice and rest in the assurance of Salvation!!
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Prof D.
Deep gratitude for your tidings of JOY…ALL blessings be yours this Christmas and forevermore!!!