Raising a Candle

by stewart

From time to time

I have to remember

Why I came here.

So often, the passing days

Cause me to forget.

You see, I hold in my hand

A candle, with a brilliant flame,

To fight the growing darkness.


Yet, when aglow

I raise my candle high

So others might see,

And the Light blinds them.

They run away, holding their eyes,

Shaking their head, confused.


So what am I to do?


Still, I raise my candle

Waiting for the weary traveler

Who needs a Light

To find their Way.

Then, as indicated,

I touch my candle to theirs

And together we travel

Illuminating the dark night.


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