Smoldering ashes simmering

With absolutely no glimmering

Not a beautiful remarkable sight

Blackened, charred logs in the fire

Place.

Winter crept in with its bitter cold,

Like a flicker of a flame,

The fireplace needs to roar.



Like a flicker to a flame,

In the darkness lost and undone,

Seeing no light stumbling along the way

Then the flicker of a flame flashed,

It seemed for a moment to enlighten

The way dispelling the darkness

So, others would see the flicker of a flame

Burning brightly and would not stumble

Along the way!



Thank You Abba Father for the flicker of a flame. authorsden.com