Father of Lights
He is as He always was and forever will be, Master Choreographer
- director of my soul.
I begin to utter strength from my lips... and then from my mouth
words of wisdom flow. In gentle, brave solitude I learn to walk,
know and become whole.
Touching my once empty wick which is now filled with golden
blue fire to the other still empty wicks... deep healing begins.
Enlighten me to pass on your heart's desire and guide our
brightened essence. We are yours and you are ours.
Father of lights hear the candles burn with our quiet joy.
S.E. Clark copyright 2011
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