The candle’s flame extinguishes
in a pool of molten wax.
Likewise does my spirit dim
when time with God is lax.
Too often, while life is tugging,
God’s time is pushed aside
till trials deal such crushing blows
that my faith is severely tried.
It is then my Father reaches out
with gentle outstretched hand.
“Though you’ve waned,” He says,
I’ll give you strength to stand.
All you have to do my child
is praise me with all your might.
I will reignite your flame
and thus restore your light.
Then I will take that light
and place it high upon a stand
so that hurting folks can see it
throughout this darkened land.
And they will know that it is I
who makes the darkness flee
from all who yield their heavy hearts
and put their trust in me.”
©Susan Shimkovitz 1997; revised 2010