Candle

by Dorothea Hewlett rscj

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      le
      lu
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new fire - fresh struck

Trini Alvarez rscj

Christ-flint
deep rock
this night
death’s done
you rise
earth’s Sun.
into our calendar
nails bite deep
marks of your wounding
scar our sleep
this is the year
not next or last
your hand death-printed
from the past
into the wax
our now is scored
seared in our being
burning Lord.
flee from your Spirit?
where and how?
the trysting-place
is here, now
focal-point
burning-glass
chalice that
may not pass
life’s candle
low and dark
still holds
love’s spark.
into our feebleness
nails bite deep
marks of your wounding
make us weep
in my candle
chisel fine
your hands’ time
deeply mine.
wax may melt
time and place
shift and show
another face
each new here
every now
leave their furrows
on each brow
deep-engravèd
in this year
keep me now
meet me here.

Dorothea Hewlett rscj
Province of Australia-New Zealand