A candle is such a simple thing;
It starts with just a bit of string.
Then dipped and dipped with patient hand,
It gathers wax upon the strand.
Until complete and ivory white,
It gives a last a lovely light.
Life seems so like that bit of string,
Each deed we do a simple thing.
Yet day by day when on life's strand
We work with patient heart and hand.
It gathers joy and makes dark days bright,
And gives at least a lovely light.
Shine on! In a radiance of love, light, and gratitude.
--Sharon Warren
This poem is also on the page dedicated to Columbine High. |