Tiny candle,
speak to me of the love of God.
That love, that flame
dances upward and outward,
yet is rooted deep within.
Now it warms and tenders,
Now it sears and pains,
but always it is Light.
Light that sometimes burns so
brightly it blinds -
and is called "Darkness."
Yet, when welcomed, it
transforms, impels,
embraces all of life
and everyone.
[Jeanette Schutte, PHJC]
