A Chanukah poem to light our way...

Holy Sparks

Creator of miracles,
in the darkest days I marvel
at blue-black silk sky,
majestic backdrop for Your seeds of light.
Every flicker an angel,
a Divine reminder,
the gift of our own darkness.
You are wick and wax,
flame and heat,
reflecting in the front window,
in my heart.

May each of us see ourselves
as fractals of Your Infinite Light,
as rainbows,
as You have created us,
pouring our Divine sparks out to the world.

© Karen Erlichman, member of Spiritual Directors International
December 2009