The Candle

I lit and watched a candle at Christmas.
It shyly gave its light at first then blazed.
It shone a splendour as if to light all the world.
It cast a glow making tinsel twinkle
And when a breeze caught at the flame
The shadows wavered across the walls.
Bravely it worked at giving light
But melting wax made rivulets and mounds
Till soon the melting pool seemed to suffocate
The tender hesitating flame flickered and went out.
And all was dark and cold!


The Candle

I thought of love, and wondered
So small and tender shy at first
Grows like the flame 'till it blazes
Into splendid scintillation
Bravely shining through the shadows of life
Hesitating when breezes of trouble and doubt
And partings and fear seem to suffocate
Will come the time it will flicker and wane?
And out goes that flame
What then?
All is dark and cold

Sheila Jakobsson