amidst the darkness of the night and the sanctuary, there appears a sea of light. The waves are the joined flickering of the individual candles, creating a movement amidst the stillness. Every so often you catch a glimpse of a face staring into the beauty of the flame before her and the hope or wonder that emanates, or you see another mouthing the words to Silent Night with eyes closed and depth of thought carried by the familiarity of the words. Regardless, it is a holy moment. Light and darkness. Hopes and fears. Dreams and horror. The wholeness of life. And, amidst it all, one wonders if the thing holding it all together and shot through it all is wonder.
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