My friend Becky Gethin has just posted on her blog a reminder about the festival of Candlemas. Have a look.
To join in the celebration, I have also found a poem I like that talks about candles and light. And I plan to accept Becky’s invitation to light a candle tonight – at suppertime.
The Coming of Light
by Mark Strand
Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves, stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows, sending up warm bouquets of air. Even this late the bones of the body shine and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.