Keep Our Wicks Trimmed And Burning

I stood in the field and watched. 

Lanterns to remember.

His classmates gathered together. 

Remembering. 

Prayers taking flight.

Each lantern rose higher and higher. 

Lights dotting the already starlit night. 

I wanted to reach out and somewhere find him in the group. 

I longed to see him.
Missing him deeply. 

Each lantern aglow, floating heavenward.
Beauty. 

Peace.
As I gazed around, I wondered, how many know that soul searching peace?

Two men, sons taken before them.

Stepping together through the fiercest of times.

We watched as the Lanterns faded.
Some counting shooting stars.
Quiet murmuring through the field.
Remembering.

Three lanterns pulled together.
I am sure there is some scientific phenomena for this.
The Father, Son and Holy Spirit.
Three in One.
We are loved.
In Him we move and have our being for a purpose.

Acts 17:28
For in him we live and move and have our being.' 
As some of your own poets have said, 
'We are his offspring.'

May our light burn slowly and not fade.
We need to keep our wicks trimmed and burning.

Matthew 25:1 &2  25:13
"At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like ten virgins 
who took their lamps and went out to meet the bridegroom. 
Five of them were foolish and five were wise. . .
Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour."