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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