Night #7

The candle flame dances
just like my paint brush across the canvas
My inspirations mimic the
Flickering, alternating strong and soft light

She, in her infinite routine
that is not just a mere routine but a joyus gift
strikes another blow to her anvil and
the metal's song dances about
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I'm not much of a poet, which is why I paint and draw! I have finished the votive holder I am using for my shift. It's nothing that looks special, but to me it is special- it holds the ancient candle light(s) of intention and creativity. Somethign that is much bigger and much older than I am. It's extremely humbling and yet, I feel honoured to be part of the daily shifts.

Alas, 'tis time for bed...
Jazmine