The Candle

Written for Siobahn

In the beginning, there was endless night
Blackness to stifle the staunchest light
And everything was very dark
And still.

The gloom, it thrived and reigned supreme
Dark face with avarice agleam
To feed upon each soul's bright spark
And will.

Into this shadow, a light was born
Bright as the sun on a summer morn
Beautiful as the first faint blush
Of dawn.

To quench this light, the darkness tried
Such purity, it could not abide
And locked the candle within a hush
Withdrawn.

Undaunted, the tiny candle gleamed
While 'round it, the darkness railed and screamed
For it could not douse the radiant shine
Of love.

And so the shadow, with matchless hate
The candle's protectors did cruelly take
Souls gone too soon to the heav'nly shrine
Above.

The valiant spark grew faint and dim
Sadness and guilt, a weight most grim
And the darkness reveled in victory
Most vile.

Back into life, the candle struggled
Spirit shaken and burden doubled
Heart prisoned by guilt, no longer free
To smile.

Though for love lost, her spirit yearns
As time goes by, her heart, it learns
The peace that following God's will
Can bring.

Though oppressive silence rings her round
And loneliness within her life abounds
With heart and soul, the candle still
Doth sing.