Carrying a candle
- Gwynith Young
- Jan 4, 2024
- 1 min read
Carrying a candle
from one little place of shelter
to another
is an act of love.
To move through the huge
and hungry darkness, step by step,
against the invisible wind
that blows forever around the world,
carrying a candle,
is an act of foolhardy hope.
Surely it will be blown out
the wind is contemptuous,
the darkness cannot comprehend it.
How much light can this tiny flame shed
on all the great issues of the day?
It is as helpless as a newborn child.
Look how the human hand
that cradles it, has become translucent:
fragile and beautiful, foolish and loving.
Step by step.
The wind is stronger than this hand,
and the darkness infinite
arond this tiny here and now flame,
that wavers, but keeps burning
carried with such care
through an uncaring world
from one little place of shelter to another.
An act of love.
The light shines in teh darkness
and the darkness can never put it out.
Jan Sutch Pickard
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