It starts off so very small.
Flickering, breathing, floundering.
Slowly, it grows. Stronger, more sure of itself, of it's light.
The flame gains life, spreads warmth.
Suddenly, too big to be on it's own, it's compelled, needing to spread the light, the warmth, the life into the darkness, into the nooks and crannies, dispelling the darkness with it's pure beauty.
What started out as one wee flame has multiplied. What was once full of gloom and despair, hopelessness and blindness is now big, joyful, sweeping out the corners of the darkness.
The candles burns. The one small light is small no longer.
It is bigger, bolder, stronger.
It's light that once could barely flicker, now blinds the eye with it's splendor.
One small light.
One small you. One small me.
Together, we're not so small.
And with Him, from whom our flame is given, the darkness must flee.
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