Holy Sparks
Source of miracles,
in the
darkest days I marvel
at
blue-black silk sky,
majestic
backdrop for Your seeds of light.
Every
flicker an angel,
a Divine
reminder,
the gift
of our own darkness.
You are
wick and wax,
flame
and heat,
reflecting
in the front window,
in my
heart.
May each
of us see ourselves
as fractals
of Your Infinite Light,
as
rainbows,
as You
have created us,
pouring
our Divine sparks out to the world.
© December 2009