Thursday, February 21, 2013


Kindle fiery flame in wick;
Watch the glimmering glow.
Light casts colors in courtly thrall,
Strains its lengthening limbs.

Mantle shining shimmering beam;
Pitch obscures our lamp.
Fear:  echoes emptying, etching self;
Talons veil visage of night.

Flickering flame or perennial pitch?
Slope scales toward one or the other?
Flames of faith pierce pitch of fear;
Not quenched, not hidden - but fueled.

As freely received, so freely given;
A light on a hill for all.
Thankful vessel humbly receives,
Humbleness freely gives.

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