SONG: Are You Burning, Little Candle? by Jane Siberry
POEM: The Coming of Light by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
QUOTE: "A Christmas candle is a lovely thing; it makes no noise at all, but softly gives itself away while quite unselfish it grows small." ~ Eva Logue
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.
QUOTE: "A Christmas candle is a lovely thing; it makes no noise at all, but softly gives itself away while quite unselfish it grows small." ~ Eva Logue
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