The Twisted Church Candle

I noticed that the candle was not straight It lit the altar but was twisted and quaint The sermon to my ears sounded so faint To my eyes, the church candle was not straight A Christmas congregation in candle light Our bodies in obeisance, backs upright chorus singers in tune with octaves eight Yet the Church candle I knew was not straight We waited in patience in queues till late To receive the blessings to change our fate To help us prepare for the pearly gates Still in my mind, candle was not straight! A day in church for some holy inspiration distracted, lost to the candle’s angulation On reflection candle light was divine bright I should have just ignored it wasn’t straight! Admire the good in others and ignore the defects Overlook the faults in them, and find them perfect!