And then I heard on Spotify Gullahorn's song and the lines, "I'm tired of cursing at the darkness/I'm gonna light a candle." My memory-lane spiral stopped and I listened, pressed repeat and listened again.
I lit a candle. And it's become a daily habit. A symbol for the impossible prayers I struggle to say out loud. A way to remind myself that God is "the light that shines into the darkness." The light that can't be overcome (John 1:5). I didn't write this poem with current events in mind but I do think it speaks to all who are uncertain and scared. Who feel hope is difficult to muster and who need a light greater than their own.
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Chavon BarryChavon is a new writer from Victoria, British Columbia. She wrestles with simple answers and is learning to listen, to be still with God. Archives
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