This Wee Flame

Eight days the light continued on its own:
A miracle, they say, but not more so
Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone,
Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago….
~ Nicholas Gordon,
Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.
~Isaiah 7:14
Clay Aitken, Mary Did You Know?
This life, foretold by the prophets
Heralded by angels, 
sought by kings,
followed by shepherds.
This life kindled by Holy 
Spirit,and free will
carried, for a census
on the back of a donkey.
This life, that troubled
dreams, and inspired
a King’s madness, would
drive wars and enmity.
This simple life, lived
in honesty, obedience,
growing murmurs. 
A wick snuffed out, yet glowed
a reed, crushed, yet grew
a heel that was ne’er bruised, 
but walks in glory
This wee, fragile flame
was yours, now ours.
He lights us all.
Because of Him,

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