Within the Church a candle burns
and somehow you seem to know;
God's spirit's captured in the flame
and it won't let Him go.
And in the window of your Home…
shines bright candlelight;
placed there to greet the wanderer
from the shadows of the night.
In troubled times, so silently…
a candle draws us near.
As we watch it glowing in the darkness…
its beauty calms our fear.
A candle burns and scents the air
with a perfume of its own;
when you become aware of it…
you know you're not alone.
A candle glows within your heart…
in a secret sanctuary
where a soul can be remembered…
A candle's flame's not always still…
sometimes it "bobs about";
but its light is so encouraging
when the stars have all gone out.
Poem title: A Candle
~by Roslyn (Ros) Mansell
© Copyright Ros Mansell 2010