When He Lit

I am amazed at the hand of God,
though I shouldn’t be.
His grace, extending beyond all knowable bounds…
His love, shedding joy abroad in my heart.
One day, I thought His light in me would die,
but then, who but God has the breath to blow it out?
Fingers to snuff? Why would He?
When He lit the candle?

Millpond Ink Poetry, 2016, edited June 2022