Candles

I'm fascinated by lit candles. Hynotized.

When we have our Friday morning Eucharist, some people would look at the icons; I look at the candles.

There is the heat emanated from the fire. I feel the warmth but dare not go too near. I don't know how people can hold a lit candle. The fire and the molten wax scare me. And yet, I'm drawn to the fire, spellbound.