This week I continue with the thread of the previous article. THE LIGHT. Read on.
“There’s a wick within you that is waiting to become the light of your soul. When this inner flame burns brightly you will feel a magnificent awakening in your life“. (B. Keeney)
When you hear the term ‘wick’, what comes to your mind? To mine, I see a hope…a future…a purpose…an anticipation for light. Poetry time!
I am a light
Sometimes hidden, sometimes not.
Sometimes lit, sometimes not.
I am waiting
For you to strike a match to ignite me
For you to fan my flames to grow me.
I am in you
Waiting for you to find me
Waiting for you.
I am your light.
Waiting for just a spark
Waiting to burn.
I am your potential
Waiting for you to find me
Waiting for you to ignite me
Watching…and waiting…for you to strike that match.
…Find and ignite your light.
Inspiring poem…I will seek out the unlit wicks…I have to get the potential to work.
Wick: what comes to find is John Wick… When the world turns against you, keep going and finding your light