First Light The first candle lit, acrid scent of smoking match, a flame newly born. In solitude watch tears of red wax form and flow - life’s memories come. In silence wait, hear the flame flicker, sparks crackle - thoughts be still. He comes. Sparks dance like angels, celebrating gifts of life. The flame flares this night. Amidst darkness - light. Heaven on earth - worship Christ, all is possible. © Craig A. Roberts, 2019