I, a wick in an empty lamp,
await the oil of your grace,
and the flame of your mercy.
I pray when sated I burn bright,
and spread the light, your light,
for without your grace and mercy,
I am just a wick in a dry lamp.
There are others that burn brighter,
their incandescent burning desires,
engorged with the tallow of greed,
they sputter, and die with their desires,
ceasing to exist, they plunge into darkness,
their world and all who depend on their light.
But we, our form earthen, our wicks flaxen,
await the coming of evening,
when our Lord will trim us and fill us.
We await the coming of the night,
when our Lord will set us alight,
and place us in niches by the wayside,
Seek his light, You who seek the Lord.
Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.