An Ember’s Embrace

The small short flame flickers before me. It’s not a novel view, except perhaps here in our new home. This candle is a familiar companion. The stroke of a match and the waving orange blade is an element in my worship, my meeting, my becoming. It reminds me of God’s fiery love. Naturally wild, consuming, dangerous. Yet controlled, delicate, beautiful. The fresh wick embers as a pool of white wax puddles atop the new candle stick. It’s form always changing and forming to the warmth of the blazing wick. O God, melt my heart again. The walls, the idols, the pride. May your love consume and confirm my deepest desires. To be mesmerized by your mystery. To rattle my religion and to again be lavished in the radiance of your love.