In the darkness of evil… I lit a candle.
The candle’s small flame broke into the darkness.
It broke into the darkness, weak though it was.
With a wick only so thin, wax only so tall.
It’s time burning, breaking the darkness limited.
It began tainted with fear.
Fear of its minority against the enormity it encountered.
Fear of its limited duration of life.
But fear juxtaposed with courage and became mute.
For the flame of evil had been broken.
The flame of life had broken evil.
No wind. No water. No soil could then douse the flame.
Darkness defeated, candle burned low.
Darkness waited.
But courage awakened others, other flames not yet borne.
As the small flame began to wane, as it began to dwindle down;
Another spark. Another. Another.
Darkness screamed. Evil devoured.
It devoured all that it was, for the sheath of darkness had left.
Facing Light, evil bowed.
But Light did not destroy. Light did not scorn nor judge.
Light thanked. It thanked evil.
For evil had been the fuel to ignite the one small candle.
Evil brought forth awakening within, its wiles revealed.
Rising from its humility, evil stepped forward into the Light.
Forever changed. Forever transformed.
The small flames grew. They grew. They became the Light.
One with the Light, free of darkness, free of evil.
It began. It began with one small candle.
One small candle that I chose to light.
And darkness faded away, evil bowed and aquiesced to the Light.
One small candle, one small flame.
Set me free.