Advent Evening

Each night we lay in bed, my lover reading the Advent passages as I stare at the three lit candles, the only light in the room.  Such a small addition to “the Light of the World”, our light hidden, not “under a bushel”, but in this small dark studio lying beside the river between the hills; but it is all His light nonetheless, as a “cup of cold water”, each token duly noted.  “God is good, God is great, let us thank Him…”

Years ago on the western plains another
light of the world made by The Light
of the world.