The candle He lights Bursts into flame! A glow only now I can see. A gift from above, Exciting and strange; A presence that just cannot be... Beautiful flame, Delicate flame, A fraction of entirety. Each one is unique, yet all are the same; The fire that burns straight and tall, Flicker it does in the gentlest breeze, On a candle that grows ever small. And though one may fade, It's glow shall still shine, Through the light that it passed unto all. -- Anonymous
