~ In loving memory of Mrs. Ivy Patton for the 1st O ~

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OPUS: Degrees of Light

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Music & Lyrics: Rhonda S. Galizia

A Candle: The First Degree

I write, by the light, of a Candle
I wax strong, and write long, into the night;
For my name, by Its flame, shall be remembered
My lament, by Its scent, forever stilled.

HERE I AM, LORD...HERE AM I
TELL ME WHY, LORD...AND WHO? AM I

I drudge on, dusk to dawn, filling the spaces;
In my haste, I lay waste, to the quill in my hand
Defeated will, mt tears spill, onto the pages
Now, what I think, just blots of ink...
Stains, on white desert sands.

When comes new eve, I believe, I can start over!
I devote, to each note, my greatest attention;
With aching heart, I restart, my music again
These words I choose - must not lose! -
I am writing for HIM!

By the morn, I am worn - and my head's in my hands
A whispered prayer: Is Someone there,
Who truly does understand?

I arise, close my eyes; I can't take any more!
The pain is cruel - I'm such a fool -
And I slam shut the door!

CAN it be?  It's NOT for me?
Sobs wrack my shoulders;
There's no reply, just the sigh...
Of a Candle, that smoulders.

HERE I AM, LORD  HERE AM I
TELL ME WHY, LORD...AND WHO, AM I.

C.2006  Rhonda S. Galizia, Scribe Unto the LORD   All Rights Reserved.
Published, 2003, THEATRE OF THE MIND, Noble House


* Ivy Patton was my very first Sunday School Teacher...After decades had spent themselves,  I found her again, before she passed away.  I sent her a letter to express my love and thankfulness for the seeds she had planted, [she used to sit me beside her, at the piano, or on her lap, and have me sing "This Little Light of Mine"  -  i.e. my Candle] and to let her know, what the harvest was: The LORD had made a Scribe & Pianist out of me!  WHO KNEW!!!
She wrote back to me, rejoicing, and gracious, in the same lovely handwriting, I remembered as a child......oh, Miss Ivy was soft and pink and round, and so beautiful!  As Ladies were created to be...give her a kiss for me, Jesus, and let her know that this little light of mine, has grown and grown...because of those early nurturing years.