Image: Barbara Ryther
Hope, Faith, Joy, Peace
Four small candles
The first flame is hope
It flickers out
But is quickly relit
Faith comes to life
uncertainly on its tiny wick
Yet the darkness retreats
Joy shares its glow
And unexpected strength
With the other two
Peace wavers unsteadily
So small and fragile
And so promisingly bright
Four small candles
The light comes from them
But the work is ours.
Barbara Ryther