| A Poem by Megan Reilly |
| Read at the Dinner-Dance in to mark the World Youth Day pilgrims time in the parishes of Simcoe, Delhi, La Saletta and Waterford |
| We make up a candle together. I am the wick, surrounded by the candle of God's Love, Ignited by the match, Jesus, Who lights me with the flame of the holy spirit, To form the light of Christ and give forth life. Without the fuel of this loving candle wax, I would light up instantly and then extinguish myself. I want to burn instantly, but I know the more wax I have surrounding me, The more my light will shine. But I cannot be instantly fat candle either. The candle maker cannot dip me in the candle wax for me to instantly Have an inch or two of wax surrounding me. It takes time. The candle maker knows the candle wax gradually thickened on me the less tendency I will have to break or to chip. It gives me comfort to know that should I break I can be easily repaired by just one more dip in the candle wax. And throughout all this, How remarkable - the light of Christ cannot shine without the wick, ME, Else the loving candle wax of God just sits Patiently waiting for a wick to fuel... Abba, teach us to be patient with your ways, To realise and have faith that you are constantly dipping us in your candle wax of Love To make us strong, bright and enduring, And in your time, not ours. |
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