Festival of Lights
I watch the candles run down,
The cold glass of the window heats just a little as the flames flicker and fall,
My fingertips warm in a windy December.
It is just a small candle,
In a dark world.
But it’s here, and for tonight it glows in my window over the fire escape.
All the miracles and all the wonders,
And all it takes is one small spark,
One small soul,
To start a flame in the darkness,
To bring the dawn out of the night.
Tonight I pray for candles and for the light.