We shimmer shine, aglow within.
Oblivious that what we bring
Drives darkness out, the cursed thing.
And opens eyes and makes us sing.
A holy flame, this tiny spark
Stands vigil in the darkest hour
Humble wick with warming power
Lodestar to the dying day.
And when the wax is all consumed
This sacred fire will ever burn
True nature to the source return
And love ignite and light empower.
Isaiah 42:3 – A bruised reed He will not break And a dimly burning wick He will not extinguish; He will faithfully bring forth justice.