Candles lit
tiny flames begin
to travel a road filled
with rocks and snares
thieves and robbers
snakes and other con
men
shouting enticements
clanging temptations
jangling inducements
Candle burns
flame passes dancing
on heads
focusing attention on a few
hearts a few
minds a few
souls a
few
remnants, always remnants
The candle selects
where to hover
where to inhabit
the flame chooses
where to plant
where to grow
This poem is submitted to the Warrior Poet Circle, hosted by Jason
Stasyszen. To see more poems prompted by the word “faithfulness,” please visit Connecting to Impact. The links will be live Monday morning.
Photograph: Candle lighting by
Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.
7 comments:
Absolutely stunning...
And the candle ever burns...
Love the power and imagery.
Powerful words. :-)
This is beautiful. Very well written.
I'll just echo everyone else, but this is just gorgeous. Thank you Glynn.
Powerful imagery and reminder that He is our light.
I saw a picture once from a missionary to underground China. It was of a room packed full of men, women and children crying out to God in prayer, some with tears, some with laughter. And on their heads, each one of them, a flame danced. And I thought of the church in Acts, waiting in an upper room to be set ablaze. Your beautiful words bring to mind these images, and I can't help but think, the words themselves--they dance. Blessings.
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