Candles

I posted this a couple of years ago, but after revising it some, I don't know about you, but I need it now.

How brave,
each standing
alone,
stalwart,
fending off the deepening darkness
that presses in, 
and the cold.

Single flames 
flickering,
dancing to 
the rhythm of those
gathered round
longing for light
they cannot
create.

Brave may we now be,
alone
or together, 
welcoming
the Light,
passing on the warmth
bestowed 
in these dark times,
and cold.

Candles in the Darkness

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.