doesn’t rhyme, doesn’t flow (well it does in my mind), but it’s what came out of my pen…
one flame is still burning,
the last flame of chanuka,
ever smaller, weaker, less
the chag is soon ending
its ruchni boost dissipating
to keep that in us is our test.
the night has long fallen
its darkness surrounds us
yet one flickering flame holds strong
pulling up every drop
of life-giving oil
it tries to last so long
i want to catch that flame
plant it inside me
and never let it go out
for my neshama, alike,
a small, fluttering wick
to grow bright, ignite, so proud
no more flickering fire
‘neath winds of pain or doubt
do i ever want to see again
but for all those fires
to burst out in flame
feel the heat of love, not pain
for the warmth to fill them
to ignite their souls
to never feel alone anymore
to engulf heart and mind
and erase every hurt
from now and forever more
come on, little flame,
don’t give up, not yet
you have such power n the little spark
for you’ve done your job
spread your flame within me
shown me a light in the dark