The Candle
A candle's but a simple thing,
it starts with just a bit of string.
Yet dipped and dipped with patient hand,
it gathers wax upon the strand
until, complete and snowy white,
it gives at last a lovely light.
Life is so like that bit of string,
each deed we do a simple thing,
yet day by day if on life's strand
we work with patient heart and hand
it gathers joy, makes dark days bright,
and gives at last a lovely light.
~Clara B. Thurston
A candle is a beautiful thing in the midst of winter.
It touches my soul and I smile.
It warms a dreary night.
Take care, dear friends.
Savor the little flickers of light in the darkness.
I have hope that the sun will come again
and brighten our days.
For now just embrace the light wherever you can find it.
A candle is a beautiful thing in the midst of winter.
It touches my soul and I smile.
It warms a dreary night.
Take care, dear friends.
Savor the little flickers of light in the darkness.
I have hope that the sun will come again
and brighten our days.
For now just embrace the light wherever you can find it.