Breath

The breath of your Holy Spirit

Delicately blows on my unbelief and fear

and like the wispy smoke of a smouldering candle

takes it away

in a drift of disintegrating translucent fingers.

Memories only of a flame that was:

But the aroma of the flame lingers:

And the aroma of your love lingers

to remind me of your care,

your comforting.

And this says to me I should allow the flame of the candle to be lit again

To enjoy its warmth, its beauty, its fragrance

to remind me

that the aroma of your love is more than just a memory,

it is now.