The hour chimes
the ball drops
and everything is new;
savage celebrating erupts.
But here
in the quiet, still center
a flame burns
blue-white and steady
in the palms of my cupped hands
illuminating a small circle
in the vast night
where shadows shiver and multiply.
Chaos falls like snowflakes;
come,
share my light.
This is written for Mr. Knowitall's Flash Friday 55.
*Image from internationalministries.org
