by Avril Amaya

The Church is dark.

There is one candle.

The light that has always been and will always be. 

Above, a dark sky with a million sparkling lights.

Is there more dark, or more light, up there?

A perfect balance. Clarity of love.

The candle flickers.

As I light your empty wick, it takes some effort

In that millisecond, there is the confusion that comes with relationship,

radiant gifts doubling as the gateway to pain

The millisecond lasts a long time

I forget what I am doing, lost for an eternal millisecond. 

Finally your candle bears the flame.

You shine bright.

I pull my candle away, shake off the intensity of the transaction

And now

We are Two Light Bearers.