The Candle of Love
night of restlessness
Not really awake…but not really asleep
Thoughts of yesterday or thoughts of tomorrow?
Not really thoughts…but thoughts just the same
Outside, just darkness…no movement by any creature
Inside, tossing and turning in the darkness of night
Ears listen to eerie creaks…eyes stare at an unseen ceiling
Nothing can end this emptiness…but the welcome emergence of dawn
At dawn’s first faint light, birds break into a raucous chorus of singing
Walls glow a reddish pink, painted by the morning sun
And what of the darkness of a sinful world?
Driven away by the dawn of God’s light…the humble birth of a baby
The birth of our eternal dawn…the dawn of no more darkness
Light the Candle of Love…
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