A personal reflection on the moment the candles go out. I like to read a poem in that moment of solitude as to me the moment the symbol of the lights are gone, I feel the moment more.
It’s not the choir of candles and their glow
Or the prayers or smiling friends.
It’s when they’re gone
When I’m alone
And the candles glow no more
And the wicks have bowed their heads low
Their life force smokes
Of oneness with Her
With comtemplation of Her
Rising back to the Source
