Some start naturally, blend easily
into the flame of a tall Christ candle; but
pulled away, struggle to sustain their light.
Some crackle loudly as they ignite—announcing
their achievement. But their radiance persisting
is not guaranteed.
There are those who need extra care at first —
or longer contact with the source.
Only a few grasp the fire immediately, fully,
make it their own. These glow nearly
as steadily as the source.
One taper will not catch. The wait
stretches on. Must this one be discarded?
Slowly, a fragile flame appears.
The sand tray is full. Light flares up,
resplendent, dances out
into dark vast space.