Where is the wick of compassion
From Candles snuffed out
Too often with violence?
Lying beneath now solid wax,
Awaiting a Phoenix to burn yet again!

Light the wick and quicken the wax!
Carve it out and trim it down;
For Flames to reach skyward
Need wax and wick,
Both birthed and berthed in generous care!

Hate has no real fire…
Smoldering cold in constant deceit
True Flame burns only in Mercy
Flowing in light
Both foreign and kin.

In votive we kiss and wait in wonder
For stars in smiles of singular Joy.
In spiral delight
We circle and wreathe;
Held in the peace of Advent’s fair breath!                                                          

tpt 12/7/2015