Posted by: Lisa | December 13, 2015

The Candle

This wax, so seemingly solid,
always in its place, waiting —
existing only to burn and burn
to be consumed — ever
patient, quiet, humble.

The spark, the bright flash
inhales to expand as ever
brighter flame — bringing light
and warmth to a world grown
cold — inspires deep quivering.

So solid to liquid to vapor,
my wax exhales — sighs —
in response to Your burning
touch: Oh, burn ever hotter,
creating new worlds!

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