Alone it floats on the water, lit by a child, a call for peace amidst the wars.
Its a sign to beckon the weary to come.
Slowly more candles are lit,
More people come.
They come, not to curse the darkness.
They simply come to light a candle.
Soon the water reflects so much light.
Broken and surrendered they come.
Softly without words or song they minister.
In prayer and stillness they gather.
The ever-growing, universal vigil for peace has begun.
