This is no firefly cupped in my hands
No chemical fusion releasing luminescence
This is no candle bent to the wind
No struggling wisp from burning wick
This is no flick of battery-fueled flash
No lame LED tea-light trick faking a faint flame
This is no brash glow-in-the-dark paint
No Rave infused neon trance-dance ‘till I ain’t
This is no hewn staff mage-fire spell or red burning coal
No sun’s face mirrored in the dragon-eye moon
Nor starlight reflection in watery glass well
No, my friend
This is soul-magic
A light from within
A prayer
For you
Thank you, Starwise! Deeply appreciated.
Holding Light is a very real thing for me... I have a strange sense that it does actually connect to the light within others, and so we send little
beacons out to those we miss, like lighthouses to the ships on stormy seas, in hopes they find their way Home...