Candles (a poem)
Some they hold their candles
high for all to see.
All the while shouting,
“You need to be like me!”
Others, out of fear,
don’t share their light at all.
Neither understanding
the true nature of the call.
Some they hold their candles
high for all to see.
All the while shouting,
“You need to be like me!”
Others, out of fear,
don’t share their light at all.
Neither understanding
the true nature of the call.
If your goal is to get ahead in the world,
all that you gained will be gone
when this life ends.
But if instead you work
to shape your character,
it will be a part of you
as you step into eternity.
When God asks you a question
it definitely gets your attention.
When He asks, “Do you trust me?”
it takes it to a whole new level.
Tonight, my spouse and I watched
another episode of Early Edition,
season two, entitled
“Angels and Devils”.
the needles were once
in capable hands
though having been grasped
they resided with man
the power now his
a pattern he made
as the intended design
had started to fade
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
this small tree
kicked and trampled
fragile and scarred
a life just begun
Each moment,
although a mere fraction of time,
contains a lifetime lived.
Most times I think
we choose to see
things through a filter
of what could be
Many seem content to walk
when they are made to fly
And though I walked among them
my dreams were in the sky
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