Advent I, 2021

There is a moment
between the strike, the flash,
the wick, and the flame
and that moment is a movement toward,
a drawing near enough to singe into being
so that others might see, might come to know.

The candle does not
light herself 
in the crisp-edged quiet;
Someone 
must tell the story 
that flares brightly.

Kimberly M. King