I keep one candle burning bright
Throughout the day and into night
Upon my mantle, facing east
To stay until all pain has ceased
A light of hope, midst times of woe
One’s inner strength found in the glow
When, otherwise, faith could be gone
Leaving no sense to carry on.

This candle, made of wax and string
A certain, yet straightforward thing
Provides a sense of peace within
Removed from all that might have been
Within the candle’s brilliant light
A flame forever burning bright
I see the roads ahead are pure
Paved with much joy and quite secure.

It is my wish that all will see
The guiding light which came to be
A blessing found within this flare
That stands for those in need of care
For broken souls who long for love –
A simple beacon from above
To last all day and into night
Within each candle, burning bright.

© 2006 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection