Light flickers constantly consuming the air around it, as the constant air attempts to extinguish it.
Fading to the last light of hope it will never be darkened.
Although the wick may not burn white hot and the wax does not flow smoothly the light remains, it only longs to be awaken in you.
Like on the third day He did not fade, but awoke to rise
Rise above the consuming air to claim MY VICTORY, HIS VICTORY, OUR VICTORY over that which might consume our light.
Hallelujah!