Candlepower

In winter cold despite log fire,

my evenings spent in toasting self

before the peats dug from bog moss,

the glow of gluhwein coursing through

my core, as central heating roared,

both boiler, circulatory.

A reason here to celebrate -

the sparkling memory, past year,

despite the tide of horror, news,

of rampant selfishness abroad

in every corner of the globe.

Rejoice at candles not snuffed out,

for faithful flames in icy freeze,

thin tapers spreading, sharing sparks,

like minute stars in vaster space,

recalling pins are magnitude;

‘our God contracted to a span

incomprehensibly made man’.