A Candle...

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

Life seems 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.

-Anon