Animated we carry a light,
it flickers from within.
It will not overwhelm us,
as it nudges us from sin.
The light can rise and illuminate,
it can wither; but won't die.
We can choose to ignore it,
to deny it, would be a lie.
Rising to perfection,
as saints have often done.
Lost their direction,
is the sinner without son.
In the middle are the ones,
that will not fly nor fall.
Who recycle and recycle,
who refuse to heed the call.
I choose to rise above me,
as I am weary from the climb.
I will embrace the warmth of the flicker,
and whispers of the chime.
Honorable mention
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