Lighting a candle
I saw the Friend
shining in your eyes.
Beheld by His kindness,
my heart and body remembered
the holy companionship
my mind had worn out and misplaced.
I heard my silent Master
in your throat -- voice and laughter --
stepping daintily, for a few moments,
outside time's flow.
I felt the touch of the Friend
in the softness of your eyes;
His unwavering good spirits
in the cup of your smile.
Anew, I experienced
the awe and reverence
I had frittered away over the years --
(down to the last scraps and tittles) --
recouped by the posture and demeanor
of your body humbly kneeling before His chair.
Lighting a candle with a candle
in the heart of this late autumn evening.
O child of God, your Beloved comes to you
in countless and ingenious, multifarious ways.