A candle to push back the darkness, but the tricky thing is
that as light comes it burns,
burns the imperfections away–ashes left behind.
Can I not have the illumination without the pain?
The process?
If I could have light without burning,
I would,
I could, but
fire doesn’t work that way.
To my mind
come,
to my black heart
come,
Light of the world, come.
Apronhead 
I love candles, there is something about their gentle light even if the flame can burn you.
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I love candles, but I don’t get to have many because typically I am allergic to the fragrances. My youngest son’s girlfriend made this out of soy wax flakes and essential oils–and a cotton wick! Perfect. Plus I love teacups. It is a precious gift.
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That sounds like a very thoughtful present.
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It’s an extraordinarily lovely photo–but I was really struck by your words. What a perfect analogy. Don’t we all wish we could have the light without the burning.
I really love your writing.
Let me know when your book is published. 🙂
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Thank you! Maybe it will be a retirement project. 🙂
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I have had candles burning this evening not to illuminate but to celebrate.
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