The Darkness Did Not Understand The Light

There is a certain comfort I take in watching a burning candle. It amazes me being in a black room, how far the light of one single flame can reach.

It is a good reminder, that although the darkness seems suffocating, one has to but light a match to end the ebony chokehold.

I suppose growing up in a very loving, stable home makes seeing children in less than livable conditions, ...extremely upsetting...to say the least. This last weekend I was witness to yet another "family" being split apart because of the evil, slothfulness of its mother. She's been given time and leniency by the court to simply provide a "livable" environment for three innocent children..(and that is a very liberal definition held by most courts)...and yet she refuses to comply. The "house" has been condemned simply because of the garbage and feces that has piled up and now three children have to be separated and emotionally traumatized because of it. Strange to deal with a 9-year-old that is deathly afraid of blue toilet water....and no, I'm not joking about this, if only I could. She doesn't know what good food is unless it comes "super-sized" with a toy. Obesity is already beginning to effect her health. The depressing list goes on...

There has been so much damage to a once beautiful and vibrant child, it is hard for me to know where to start. How does one retrieve innocence lost? How does one undo such evils done to one who did not possess the maturity and emotional stability to cope? How to light this candle and help it show light....

tis a puzzle.

The Magicians Owl