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I Am A Candle

I am a candle.  Possessing nothing; simply existing.
Crafted and formed with utter care.
External flame passes over me; I am not resisting.
The violence burns yet I am here.

I am a candle.  The spark ignites building into a flame.
The heat travels down to the surface.
Stillness is my foundation; I am of no shame.
Illuminated, I contemplate my purpose.

I am a candle.  The flame dances; my body does melt.
Wax dripping down; wax slowly given up.
There I go; the heat within is more fervently felt.
This is my portion; the emptying of the cup.

I am a candle.  Before I am nothing, the flame must remain.
Being immovable, a hand must lift me
And take me to another wick prepared for the gain.
Purpose fulfilled; I am evermore free.

I am a candle.  Just a thought drifting in your mind.
Though I am nothing; still I am something.
Look for my body; remnants you may certainly find.
Close your eyes; feel the fire still burning. 

     - Jeff Sadler













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