Light will close its eyes today,
And children like candlewicks
Burned too low, will cease their play
Crawl on hands and knees,
Stretch arms and beg….’please;’
Up, up upon a chair,
To be hugged at daddy’s side.
Angels who creep on tiptoe
Silently clamor for a peek,
Stumble and laugh, filling empty spaces;
Gently brush the innocent faces,
Turned to catch a glimpse of light.
Breathless, they have touched eternal life.
Lord, make me aflame today,
Though a dying candle
Burned too low, trim me I pray,
Let me crawl on hands and knees
Up, up to your place of rest,
To be coddled by your side.
Angel’s who watch, do come near;
Invisible in a tapestry of flight,
Cast your light; and if grey may come
Fill the darkened places,
Remove shadows from my many faces,
So light may splash upon the One.