Open

I'm watching the candle burn from across the room.
It adds glow.
It adds comfort.
It adds beauty.

My heart is glowing, from across the town.
It adds warmth.
It adds splendor.
It is beauty.

Jesus is glowing from inside the Tabernacle.
He adds life.
He adds love.
He is beauty.

My heart is open for you.
My hands are open to you.
My soul is open to you.
Fiat.
My mind wonders.
My tongue beckons.
My feet stay as they are told.
Fiat.
The candle is glowing.
My heart is glowing.
Jesus is glowing.
Fiat lux.

Kythe with me, in your darkness.
I know you are waiting.
I know you are hurting.
I shall suffer with you.
I shall wait with you.
I do not understand you.
But I care so very deeply.
And ever shall.  I promised.
Surely.

If prayers really can be carried by angels, they are.
Straight to you.
If hearts really can be comforted by strangers, they are.
Straight for you.
If light can pierce the darkness, so be it.
Fiat.

My heart is open, ugly and open.
Hurt and open.
Sad and open.
Hopeful and open.
Joyful and open.
Free and open.
Fiat lux.

As I have been, ever.