Why am I sitting here, stuck
Like a candle waiting to be lit?
For once lit, my candlelight slowly
Burns me toward eternal darkness
Never to brightly shine again; yet,
I yearn to be lit; and when I’m burning,
It appears that no one has a desire to blow
Me out and in no way can I blow myself out,
Finding myself in a world that has become
Windless and there isn’t any rain in sight!
Oh, God, let not my world
And me be as a confused candle;
Rather, let my world be as if modeled
After one of suns and moons giving and
Reflecting the eternal light of God’s
Divine wisdom, guidance, peace,
And love—a world in which hate
And war, are lit candles burning
Toward their eternal darkness:-
But if my life is to be like a candle,
Let it be as a sacred one—one that is lit—
To enlighten and then blown out to be lit
Again—in a renewal of enlightenment and
Blown out again until needed—a candle
Whose lifespan is long until the light
Becomes that light transformed into
That of heaven’s eternal bright light:
This little light of mine…Let it shine…