In the chilly twilight that ends this short winter day
courage begins with two candles and a match. Humming
“Maoz Tzur,” missing some words but not the tune, it’s time
to face some empty candle sockets:
choose to see them as space that becomes filled, one night
at a time, with persistence and amazement. Wash down
all the places that someone else spoiled. Reclaim the holy.
Prove it again, one bright flame at a time, one more memory
of why we do this. Why one person’s courage matters,
lighting urgency in this tribe that chants its blessings.
courage begins with two candles and a match. Humming
“Maoz Tzur,” missing some words but not the tune, it’s time
to face some empty candle sockets:
choose to see them as space that becomes filled, one night
at a time, with persistence and amazement. Wash down
all the places that someone else spoiled. Reclaim the holy.
Prove it again, one bright flame at a time, one more memory
of why we do this. Why one person’s courage matters,
lighting urgency in this tribe that chants its blessings.
