::what if i can’t celebrate advent::
The candle I have held since I was a child
Every year illuminating my world
Has gone out
I've tried to relight it
But it... won't... stay... lit...
I see the Advent candles burning brightly
Week after week
Purple. Perfect. Promising.
But they’re too far away
I’m sitting in the back row
They can’t rekindle my candle
Let them bring peace and hope to someone else
My candle is hidden away
Tucked into a box of memories of what was
I don a smile and give my kids their candles
Telling them of the light they will have all their lives
Smothering the grief and frustration within
Their joyful smiles and fascination with fire
Are almost enough for a change of heart
Yet the memories of extinguishment are too strong
I close my eyes, breathe, and soldier on
We light the candles on Christmas Eve
Their luminosity builds in the room
The awe and delight are too much
I can’t bear it and turn away
Someone finds me
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