by Pavel Chichikov
I light a candle to the Lord Jesus
And that’s all I can do,
For the case is hopeless
This world of agony is speechless dumb,
For all the light of every day
Our daylight has no sun
So we make one – code and wax and wick,
A bright descending node in darkness
For the never-curing of the sick
Black wick, white wax burn, melt down,
A dwindling upright praying
Before a Child of crowns
The Child all innocent outside and in,
Not flame, not wax, nor melting
Not even fault or sin
No cure, no sickness nor appearance, nor even health,
No ending, no beginning
No youth or age or death
Infancy perhaps, not His but mine
And that which I have asked for is a question
And a sign
Candle, wax and taper to ignite a name –
Immaculate and living one,
Heal the insane
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