Candle In the Dark
In the blackness of space when the icy fingertips of darkness attempt to drain your essence,
One must understand we cannot see everything that surrounds us in this immediate present.
Darkness disperses as a candle is lit, it warms, it radiates, and it enhances one with an enticing glow.
It beckons, it calls, it invites the soul to come and sit, be still, be calm, free your mind and let go.
Focusing on the light of a candle helps one to meditate, and brings one into focus.
This ancient practice helps calm the spirit and clears out stress which in these final days, is in high prognosis.
A candle in the dark, a beacon in the distance, a lighthouse on a coast protecting us from rocky shores.
A candle in the window is a sign of inspiration, a sign of life and love that gives us the courage to open any unknown doors.
This amazing light, this glimmering candle is not that of Zeus, Apollo, Athena, or even Buda.
This is the light of the world, the essence of love in the hearts of those heading the call abides The Lion of Juda.
Copyright © Wayne Smith | Year Posted 2022
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