Sunday, June 5, 2011


There once was a candle
waiting to be lit
its wick ready to glimmer
its dreams ready to shimmer
dreams to light the world
dreams to expose the truth
dreams to expose the love
dreams to light the dark
"But how to be lit?
I have no arms
I have no fire
all I have is desire."
One day the candle was bought
The One paid for him to be free
The One gave him fire,
The One gave him a hill
The candle's dreams now fulfilled.

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