Fire and Shadow

Such tender a thing

This flickering flame;

Fragile and hardy at once.

The brighter it shines,

As a branch on the vine,

The darker the shadows become.

It stands firm in the night,

Choosing to fight,

Awaiting the promise of day,

When the Son will return,

To fulfill His own Word,

And bring about Evil’s decay.

'This little light' - some woods burn better than others