A candle uses only what it needs to stay alit,

no more oxygen than that,

burning at a constant rate,

based on worker bees travail.

 

Once alighted, I brighten a darkened room,

flickering my thoughts,

of a day spent,

and helping others consider ones they own.

 

Reflective, like an interior mirror,

those around me consider and savor the day,

and learn that enjoyment and happiness

reside fully in the present.

 

Not just taking oxygen out,

but outpouring light and warmth.

Smoke; my visible thoughts,

are offered up to God,

as ascending prayers,

vanishing from view, as they are happily received.

 

Teach me the wisdom of the candle.