A candle burning

There’s a candle burning in my heart

It wants to touch the Holy

It wants to commune with

That which is immaterial

That which is Spirit only

There’s a candle burning in my heart

That wants to embrace another

With flesh on

To commune with brother and sister

In the unity of the Spirit

There’s a candle burning in my heart

That is weary of the politics

Of ungrace

That is tired of power and lust and abuse and injustice and violence

There’s a candle burning in my heart

That sees the beauty of the

Full Moon shining in the early morning

And knows that is Real

There’s a candle burning in my heart

That encounters the cat purring

The dog giving kisses

The red tailed hawk in flight

And knows that is Real

There’s a candle burning in my heart

That feels the rise of the wave

It’s swell and rapid crash

Foam and Force

And knows that is Real

There’s a candle burning in my heart

That knows that the ads aren’t real

The airbrushed, over-produced

Hip-Hop Star isn’t Real

The buttoned down, makeup

Black suit, starch white shirt, red tie

Politician who promises the Moon

And instead delivers another law for the attorneys and judges to fight over

And lies through his teeth

He isn’t Real

The violence of retribution

The embracing of division and tribal fighting

It isn’t Real

There’s a candle burning in my heart

That knows that only God is Real

And whatever He has touched in this Creation

And whatever He has given the Gift of Ruach (Breath-Spirit-Life)

There’s a candle burning in my heart

That holds out for the Real

And spits the Un-Real out of my mouth

There’s a candle burning in my heart