From time to time
I have to remember
Why I came here.
So often, the passing days
Cause me to forget.
You see, I hold in my hand
A candle, with a brilliant flame,
To fight the growing darkness.
Yet, when aglow
I raise my candle high
So others might see,
And the Light blinds them.
They run away, holding their eyes,
Shaking their head, confused.
So what am I to do?
Still, I raise my candle
Waiting for the weary traveler
Who needs a Light
To find their Way.
Then, as indicated,
I touch my candle to theirs
And together we travel
Illuminating the dark night.
-SB
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