Lit by the hidden power of serving,
The candle burns its stony qualities,
With its own holy fire
To become resplendent,
.
Melting in His tenderness, it
Perishes its self in its formlessness
To be one again with the source
Of all lightness.
The candle burns its stony qualities,
With its own holy fire
To become resplendent,
.
Melting in His tenderness, it
Perishes its self in its formlessness
To be one again with the source
Of all lightness.