Walking is the perfect way of moving if you want to see into the life of things. It is the one way of freedom. If you go to a place on anything but your own feet you are taken there too fast, and miss a thousand delicate joys that were waiting for you by the wayside. Elizabeth von Arnim

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Sunday, May 02, 2010

Candle

A
Child
Of the
Light
O
Jesus, you call me
a child of the light
but
sometimes
I'm just a
burned-out
wick in a dark,
ever dark world.
But then I see
another wick
coming close
to share
warmth,
Other flames appear
reflecting the light
the world cannot hide!
~ Nancy Baker

Have a blessed Sunday!
Happyone :-)

3 comments:

Rathi said...

Beautiful.

karen said...

Love it.

Kerri Farley said...

This is so lovely! And I love that the words together makes a candle! LOVE LOVE LOVE this!