Like a warm blanket
takes the chill away
from my weighted shoulders,
your Presence is sweet comfort.
When alert,
I catch glimpses of you,
and they are just enough
to enliven
that inner pilot light
you so gracefully set
to burn within me.
Sometimes it burns fiercely
and then I know –
that is what flames are meant to do.
You are with me all the time.
You are my inner light,
waiting to flame up
every time I dare
to share its healing energy.
I surrender to the flame,
to its powerful glow,
trusting that
when the chill dares to set in
from time to time –
when I manage to turn away
for a minute
or a month,
you will wrap me up in your
inviting Presence,
hold me close,
and re-light the flame.
Don’t let go.
Copyright © Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2017
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