A Candle In the Dark

A Candle in the dark I could not see A hand holding, Could not hear A voice calling, But I was cold, And sore for sight, Was old Long tired of night And any spark would do If in passing by chance Was left A glow of You. A candle in the dark No fancy cradle Or proper handle for holding-- Not the slightest flutter of Angel wings Or strum of harps, Reverent chant rising From mysterious Cloaked beings-- But always I have Sensed Your warmth, Safe suspension somewhere Holding me And anywhere will do Because somehow I know At least One supporting air Is You-- A candle in the dark-- All warranties expired None having ever Been guarantees; No sound trade-in For newer model, Too few years left For loan-paying, My little-light dimming As The Thief With illumination in his pocket Slips silently away As Time Camouflaged as living Leaves me where I started But never doubting In the end To be led Safely home By Your loving candle Out of my dark….