by Elizabeth Spencer Spragins
Candlelight
Softens corners of the night,
Stills my mind to meditate
And await the whispered might
Of the One
Who extinguishes the sun
With a painting in the sky.
Lullabies of love begun
Long ago
Echo in the ebb and flow
Of tidal tunes that retreat
From pleated sand by moon glow.
My torch fails.
Dark devours the altar rails,
Hides the beauty of the grace
That fills this place though faith pales.
Lamps burn bright!
You come, put despair to flight,
And your hands that hold the dove
Serve with love by candlelight.
~St. George’s Episcopal Church, Fredericksburg, Virginia