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Light a candle for

the Wild Lily Institute and

be part of the new

grassroots movement

towards candles and full spectrum bulbs over fluorescent lighting in one million burning.

Light a candle . . . When we are one we are one million burning.

One Million Burning Poem

In unity we are inseparable,

indissoluble, indivisible: the cream baby’s breath,

whispering a prayer for the devout.

The meter of tones and semitones,

iron and clay,

strong and regimented paired with healing.

A wreath of balsam, berries sequential,

and nature bows its burnished head

with bureaucratic respect

to institute some deeper sacrifice

than dark and the beauty of oil—then death.


I rise again.

I am a candle.

I am one million burning

before the year is through—burning in the windows,

lit because this country will not be ruled

by fluorescence.

Light a candle in the Old World

by the wailing wall,

shield it from the wind.

So they lit candles

in beeswax, soy, and paraffin.


Emily Isaacson,  A Familiar Shore


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