Light a Candle

Warm thoughts, best wishes and prayers
Frozen in wax.

Waiting to thaw. Watching for spring.
Wanting to melt and run free.

What does it mean to you to be thought of? To be wondered about. Remembered. Looked forward to seeing again. It seems to me, that of all the things we have to give and to share; of all the ways we have of being with and for one another, there is something about the real estate of heart and mind…

Wick and wood have their spans
Only one flame is eternal
Ite, Missa est.

The Apostle Paul never forgot all God’s beloved in Rome when he prayed. He gave thanks without ceasing for the saints in Ephesus as he remembered them. He prayed constantly with joy in every one of his prayers for all the holy ones in Christ Jesus in Philippi, along with the overseers and helpers… Thanksgiving. Prayer. Remembrance. Constant and without ceasing. Like the seasons. Like the sea. Waves of mercy and grace.

“Smoke from this altar” *
Bright images in dark glass beheld
Light reflected and radiant and magnified…

…as we carry it with us into the world. Into the night. Illuminating paths we travel together. Awakening the dawn. Brightening the day. In consideration. In appreciation. In loving and living memory of one another and the One who remembers us all.

Thinking of you. Hope all is well. Until next time.

~Brian

* Smoke From This Altar is a book by L'Amour and the title of a poem in it. I borrow these words here, more for their sense of: Exodus 30:1-10; Psalm 141:2 or Proverbs 27:9 "Ointment and perfume delight the heart: so doth the sweetness of a man's friend by counsel of the soul." KJV