We are wicks
Waiting for a promised spiritual fire to light up our hearts –
Waiting for a holy love.
I meet enlightened people in the most unlikely places –
Suddenly, they appear,
And this leads to long inspired conversations,
Especially after God enters the room.
God lowers a hand near my head
Which lights up in response –
To God’s “touch” – gentle and profound.
It’s never just a single candle though –
There’s usually a long string waiting for that hand of fire
To be lit up – all at once.
God’s an “invisible hand” that reaches down to us –
No body, no face, nothing to be seen!
I’m a waiting wick –
Waiting for a touch from God’s gentle flame
That changes me into pale pure fire.