The Candle

A candle's but a simple thing,
It starts with just a bit of string.
Yet dipped & dipped with patient hand,
It gathers wax upon the strand,
Until, complete and snowy white
It gives at last a lovely light.

Life is so like that bit of string,
Each deed we do a simple thing.
Yet, day by day if on life's strand
We work with patient heart and hand
It gathers joy, makes dark days bright,
And gives at last a lovely light.

-Clara B. Thurston