God, may the span of my life be as a candle in your sight. May I stand tall before you in openness and integrity. May I allow you to trim my wick, trimming away anything excess or unneeded. May I lift my wick to the flame of your Spirit, not being afraid of your heat and light. As you light me, may I shine brightly, reflecting your light to those around me.
Melt away any resistance to your working in my life. Slowly, gently, melt away any defects. You do the melting. I cannot do it without the flame of your Spirit. Burn in me. Burn away anything that is displeasing to you. As I melt, mold my wax inward with your gentle hands. May I not fall away from your presence. May all that I am bend in towards your flame. Help me to not resist your hands. I don’t want to be like a candle that has a hole born through the center, yet has lots of wasted wax around the sides.
As the span of my life is slowly consumed, continue to trim my wick as needed to prevent smoke from rising into the air. Instead, may a sweet fragrance rise from my melting wax that is pleasurable to you and to those in my life. In the end, may there be nothing left but your flame. But unlike a candle, may your flame never be extinguished.
God, burn your holy fire in me.
(May this not be just a simple meditation. May it be the cry of my hears.)
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