So yesterday on my way home from NY my Muse snuck up behind me and hit me in the head with a balled up piece of inspiration … enjoy 🙂
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The Candle … by Bob Chipman
The flame is lit, the candle stands strong
Yet the candle starts to cry …
The fire burns hot and the candle endures,
And the candle cries on …
The flame is bright as the candle grows smaller,
The wind blows and the fire crawls higher…
And the candle cries harder…
The flame weakens as the candle grows older…
And the candle feels its flame sputtering …
soon it will be gone,
And the candle weeps softly …
A wisp of smoke,
And the candle dies …
With its purpose spent,
a life of light and warmth,
It leaves behind a frozen puddle of tears,
Not of pain, not of sorrow,
But of Joy … and Completion.
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Brightest Blessings 🙂