Friday, 27 May 2016

A Candle in the Darkness

I see the candle glow,
see it light the dark.
Flickers of light in the shadows,
I watch it dance.

I see how it glows and dims,
yet fails to go out.
Charged with energy at its core
it keeps itself alight.

I carry its flame,
to use to light another.
Before long the shadows become scarcer,
and the light in the room is doubled.

I sit in the warmth of their glow,
thinking how it didn’t take much,
to keep the darkness at bay.
And so it is with the power of love.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
May 2016