By Candlelight
Wrote this poem by candle, lamp, and daybreak light.
Two carbon prisms flicker: shadow-bright-shadow-bright— shades of the same yellow light. Their holder has two shoots descending, stuttering towards smoke and sky— flames consuming the place where they lie. "My soul, why are you downcast," reading God's Word and will— warmth overwhelms—be still. Chemical combustions fire at will. Their wicks melt the wax, steady— ink and paper at the ready. Flickers of sounds I cannot hear, but know by the strides of my pen— The Scriptures and prayers say, "Amen."
Psalms 43:5 NIV
Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God.