Every
human soul
holds a fire
lit by the
master chandler
who forms us
of soft wax
and then
illuminates
our spirits
with his own
brilliant
LIGHT.
Each
flame flickers
brightly, bravely
through the
long, dark
night as we
push away
fear’s shadows,
wick up hope,
burn with
holy joy,
melt to
LOVE.
(written for d’verse poets prompt and in celebration of advent)
a poem in my pocket 
Dec 25, 2013 @ 21:53:25
As I read your poem, I am picturing our Christmas Eve service where each person receives a candle, which is later lit from the fire of the Advent wreath candles.
I especially like these lines:
“push away
fear’s shadows,
wick up hope,”
Dec 26, 2013 @ 15:18:56
Thank you, Constance, for your comment! Our faith community has a candlelight service in December as well…with faces and hearts all aglow.