Maxfield, my dear,

there is so much more to this power

than lighting candles.

And for someone

with your place in the world

with your values

there is no end to the good

you could do for the world

if you would learn who you are,

what you are, and

own it

use it

share it.

Gifts are meant to be enjoyed

and used.

Gifts of the gods must be used,

or they will be lost.

Look at your father—

you’ve known all your life

you didn’t want to be like him.

And gifts of the gods must be used for all,

above and below,

not for selfish purposes—

as your grandfather did,

or tried.

Maxfield....

she takes her hands away from my head

walks around

shifts the candles

and sits on the table facing me,

wrapping her warm hands

around my cold ones.

I can feel her doing this

more than I can see her

because it’s nearly dark.

My mind is calmer now

the pain eased with her touch.

I look again into her eyes

gray like a stormy sea.

She smiles and says,

you are carrying a great weight,

a great responsibility

but also great gifts to help you do

what you’ve come here to do.

And there are many of us here

to help you

if you’ll let us.

Candle lighting is a symbol,

dear Max.

You are here

to light a candle

in a dark world.

Be the light.





© copyright 2005 Maggie Wilson