Of Candles and the Dark

The Art of Being a Tiny Bonfire

Dearest Sara,

There’s an art to being a candle. In knowing how to light a room, Yet not burn it down, In knowing how to give light, Yet not blind. In knowing how to dance with the breeze, Yet not flicker out

There’s an art to being a candle, it lies in knowing one’s waxing limits,  In knowing how bright to burn  And how to survive the ever-present melt.

There’s an art to being a candle. It lies in knowing the flame. The fire from which all light is born The fire from which all heat is born The fire from which all purpose is born.

There’s an art to being a candle, It lies in knowing that all great blazes start small, That from a lick of flame,  An inferno is born. That from something so simple,  Complexity can be wrought. That a humble stick of wax, Is simply a tiny bonfire.

There’s an art to being a candle, Flickering in the dark. The guiding light for a lost hand, The calming beacon for a dark room. For every candle simply is, A tiny little sun, Brought home to roost. And so we bask in its light, And shelter it from harm, For in our darkest night, It is our Sunshine

PS: There’s no electricity in my house.

Yours, Always, Lawrence

#Candles #Poetry #Sunshine