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
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