The Candle

I cup the candle in my palm
And feel its warming glow.
Although its flame is flickering
It lights my way to go.

The world is darkness all around:
Brother turned on brother.
My candle keeps the hope alive:
I will ask no other.

5907614984_08ac3ffe14_z
flickr.com/photos/tarang9211/5907614984

http://onthevergewithshareenmansfield.com/2015/11/20/stand-united-or-fall-divided/

JOIN OUR NEWSLETTER
Join my tribe of over 2,500 followers to stay in touch with the musings of this daydreamer
Spam, spam, spam, spam... We hate spam. Your email address will not be sold or shared with anyone else.

Author: Al Lane

Writer, Poet, Daydreamer

4 thoughts on “The Candle”

Leave a Reply