in my hands a small light, stuttering.
it is a small light, a tiny warmth
flame an amber quotation mark on a blackened wick.
it is a small light, but it is not fragile;
it has survived cataclysms, and it is not afraid.
it is a small light, and it does not say
that it can take all the darkness of the world away.
it is a small light, but it makes promises
it whispers of bijoux joys, within its small and flickering queendom
it is a small light. I don't have a brighter one, or stronger;
but such as it is, this small light -
take it. take it in the spirit it's offered
the moment is all. this light
this small light
this hand-cupped star
a gift, to touch and hold and warm
to remember and to fire delight
this very small golden light
holding all my imperfect heart.
- Kathy,
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