Kindle fiery flame in wick;
Watch the glimmering glow.
Light casts colors in courtly thrall,
Strains its lengthening limbs.
Pitch obscures our lamp.
Fear: echoes emptying, etching self;
Talons veil visage of night.
Slope scales toward one or the other?
Flames of faith pierce pitch of fear;
Not quenched, not hidden - but fueled.
A light on a hill for all.
Thankful vessel humbly receives,
Humbleness freely gives.