Moth, flying up high in the church, looking for light.
Tiny moth, gliding, fluttering, moving to new places to rest,
Searching still for the source of light – bright, dull, flickering.

We dance and move like moths, never settled, always flitting.
Where is the light? Is the warm glow a trap – enticing us before darkness descends?
Like the embers of a daytime fire, we are mesmerised, but the heat is fierce.
Has its energy gone, and all fear dissipated? And yet, how it can burn!

Walking towards the light, you won’t stumble or fall –
Even a small amount of light can guide you.
Light is hope and the promise of safety.
Walk away, and into the darkness you tread, confused, afraid, nervous.

The moth has wings, rising above the threat below. It will survive for a short time.
Even dark, uninhabited corners can lend refuge, when on high.
Keep the light in view – it’s the only way to travel. You will find companionship, help
and protection...and in conversation and listening, maybe wisdom.

The candles are lit it the church, quietening the agitated spirit.

Peace. Silence. Stillness.

Ponder those who choose the Light of the World.