By my bed, a floral candle, comfort.
In silence there is darkness, anxiety, fear. In darkness, lights fulfil their promise.
In silence, I remember the darkness of the first Christmas; the anxiety, the fear. I remember the Star of Wonder, the guiding light.
‘By my bed, on a little round table
The Grandmother placed a candle.
She gave me three kisses telling me they were three
dreams
And tucked me in just where I loved being tucked.
Then she went out of the room and the door was shut.
I lay still, waiting for my three dreams to talk;
But they were silent……..’
from The Candle by Katherine Mansfield
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