A wick

After Isaiah 42:1-13

A wick burning

faintly, a reed

bruised, an aim

unwavering, a courage

undaunted, a servant

delighting the soul

of his master, a servant

infused with the master’s

spirit. And so behold:

the servant comes,

singing.

Photograph by Alex Holyoake via Unsplash. Used with permission.