walking through the dark hall looking for
a place to pray to think to watch to sit
i pass first one and then another door
and walk in one and see a candle lit
it calls me to myself and this is where
i am to sit to pass my hour now
i settle stir i shift i plan in there
and then i'm still and wonder, wonder how
the candle flits and taunts but is secure
it worships God by spending thus its burn
and with this fuel brought in with its allure
my soul to sit and wonder back and learn
i ask to be transformed into a dove
like this candle simply sit and love
poems i have written:
