So brave they seem,
each standing
alone,
stalwart,
fending off the
darkness
that presses in,
and the
cold.
Single flames
flickering,
moving with
the rhythm
of those who
gather round,
needing,
longing for
the light
they cannot,
themselves,
create.
Brave may we be,
each standing
alone
or together,
grateful,
befriending,
welcoming the
Light
we've been given,
passing on the gift,
the warmth
bestowed
in these dark times,
and cold.
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