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I LIGHT THIS CANDLE by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

As we enter into Winter Solstice, the darkest of all nights, I light this candle...

This candle represents the flame that I light upon my prayer altar. This flame represents the light of my soul's glow, though at times it feels as though the dark can consume me. This flame represents the fierce fire of my heart forever burning with infinite love. Light that becomes my beacon in my winter; both figuratively and literally. Though winter clothes us with dark, we enter deep to the sacred space of our being; our eternal glow. 


I Light This Candle
by Maureen Kwiat Mehsenberg
 
I light this candle,
calling to the void of me-
the brilliant glow of my soul,
what is unknown and silent-
in shadows so deep
flame of my returning now calling me.

I light this candle,
to the intentions of me-
fragments of my changing,
what illuminates the empty spaces between -
I enter them becoming whole.

I light this candle,
for the dark of me-
reaching through the blackness,
looking for that slit of light-
in my darkest of nights,
what often seems unfamiliar-
is often comforting at the same time.

I light this candle,
it takes my prayers,
as they rise high above me,
towards the sunset of my beautiful day-
blending with the sky closing black,
they turn into stars and rest-
finding peace into entering,
into its wondering deep.




Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg is an author and a prolific poetess. She is guided by her inner soul’s journey and her empathic musings about life. Maureen’s draws from her human experiences, bringing reflective, soulful thoughts of the heart and the shifts in life’s journey to her poetry. Her most recent work includes her own Facebook page called Heart’s Calling where she currently reaches almost 3,000 regular readers. She also has her own website here. She currently hosts a monthly  sacred creative writing circle for women using writing prompts as a means of inner releasing. Maureen has 3 adult children and currently lives in Oak Park, Illinois. She has recently published her first debut poetry book called Seasons of the Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life which can be purchased here. 



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