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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3/24/2020 10:05:59 am
Oh Chavron - Thank you for your precious heart of vulnerability. What a painful, but tender story of your 10th anniversary night and how it was woven into your memory as you stood aching at your kitchen sink. Your story is as poetic as your thoughtful poem. Blessings over your flickering candle standing amongst a great host of flickering candles that speak of the hope that does not disappoint, even when the world is dark and broken.
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Sarah
3/24/2020 08:49:48 pm
Beautifully Written Chavon! You really do have the most tender heart full of passion and desire to put your gift to use!
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Heather Lynn Caliri
5/6/2020 03:20:34 pm
finding those small practical actions of hope is SO important.
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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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