Improve your serve Passionate words T he room is quiet, at rest. Light from a candle on a corner table silhouettes pictures on the wall.
Shadows bend as the flame gently dances on currents of air.
Objects near the candle take on the hues of the flame, as if they have become part of the light, which calls me to take my place beside it. I'm drawn to its quiet splendor. It promises more than comfort. It offers a Presence, a knowledge that somehow I'm not alone in my darkness. But with a puff of wind the flame shivers and dies.