Light A Candle Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Some said in simple reverence
for daily graces,
many unspoken
from sobbing heart or
destitute soul in despair;
others whispered on behalf
of loved ones somewhere.
Same hope
clung to by all;
an intervention
a miracle,
a bit of comfort or guidance.
Spirits on their knees
reach out to a God
who might still be
in the business
of moving mountains.
Wounded and fearful
they bleed,
beg,
bargain;
plead...
Not this!
Not now!
Not ready!
O God,
hold me steady
and
please, please hear my prayer
in the darkness.