©2010 Twylla Alexander
The flame awakens to the familiar touch,
The flame awakens to the familiar touch,
stretches, breathes, quietens.
The woman sits nearby
with her book,
with her book,
open to Advent writings.
Today
she does not read.
she does not read.
She stares
into her companion’s face;
into her companion’s face;
Its thoughts
held in shadow.
held in shadow.
“Dear Flame, you hear the words I repeat,
the prayers,
the Promise given
year after year.
Yet I remain the same,
waiting to be changed.
Have you no wisdom for me?”
She bows her head.
Needles scratch a frosted pane.
Chill slips through tired cracks
as a rude wind pushes past.
Ticks follow tocks,
in perfect step.
in perfect step.
The flame leans forward.
“That for which you wait is
within you, and in all.”
She lifts her head,
takes in
the Light.
the Light.
Photo by Twylla Alexander
Note: The next posting will be on December 16. I will be in route from Russia to the U.S. on the 15th.
Note: The next posting will be on December 16. I will be in route from Russia to the U.S. on the 15th.
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