CANDLE IN ME

Through the dark stormy clouds 

Came a vibrant streak of lightning flashing

Through the damp grey shroud of a winter mist 

Came a determined ray of early morning 

Through the dense green canopy of a close knit jungle
Came a hopeful trickle of light weaving 

Through the unfathomed depths of a lake standing
Came a persistent shaft of cool moonlight spilling

Through my darkest hour and deepest despair
Through my scalding tears and shattered hopes

Came a hand helping and shoulder consoling

Leading and guiding against pain almost blinding
Shielding the flame struggling and flickering

Of the Candle in me.