The wolves and the jackals and the hyenas lurk in the darkness just beyond the verge of the campfire’s light.  They crouch and drool and growl and gnash their teeth, waiting for the flickering flames to die down, for the darkness to crowd in, so that they can strike and rend my life among them.   Yet the light that I can kindle with my earthly means is weak.  I cannot tend it constantly.   I do not have enough fuel of will to keep it going around the clock.  

Dear God, make thy Light blaze forth, brighter than the brightest day!   Keep me in that Light; never let me stray from it, for only It has the power to keep the evil at bay.