Tonight when we light
the third candle,the candle of joy,
I remember
I am a girl
sitting beside
an evergreen wreath,
giddy with advent,
and I breathe in the scent
of spruce and wax
and fall in love
with the growing
of the light —
how each week
the tapers burn brighter —
and such a surprise
to find I am also
in love with the unlit candle,
in love with the wait,
in love with the part
of me that even
in darkness
knows itself
as flame.
— Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, “Ode to Lighting the Candle”
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