A poem for the TCF Candle-Lighting
The candle is lit; see the light
Soft at first, then glowing bright
Like a beacon in the night
Bringing you to our mind’s sight.
Clever match with tiny spark
Dispels the fears held in the dark
On memory’s journey we can embark
Recalling how you left your mark.
The flame burns strong and tall and true
Spirited; reminding us of you
How wonderfully through our lives you blew
Our pride and hope and love you drew.
And if in sadness, our tears should flow
There is comfort in the candle’s glow
Solace and healing may be slow
But gradual joy we come to know.
We breathe in light in this special space
And feel soothed as darkness is displaced
Your love held close, never to replace
It stays as dear as your smiling face.
The candle is lit; see the light shine
The flame is upright and clear and fine
A symbol of peace; across the world we align
United in loss, be it yours or mine.