A Candle in a Storm

The flicker of the flame burns bright,

amid the gushing wind and rain.

The magic of the candle heals wounded hearts,

and revives the soul to life again.

The mystery of this flame that doesn’t die

is like solving a puzzle with missing parts.

It’s an invisible shield that never breaks.

It’s a symbol of a warrior’s heart.

The soul close to death regains its strength,

In the magic of the candles’ undying spirit.

For the candle that lives in each of us.

The voice of the flame longs for you to hear it.

It whispers words of power and strength.

It whispers of the hope that exists within.

The voice is subtle; you must be still and listen.

If you hear it, take courage, and your life will begin.

Lightning strikes as the thunder rolls,

seeking out the weakness of a soul.

Like a soldier within a raging battle,

your heart contains a strength you will never know.

Unseen forces might attack at will.

Time itself might pass too slowly.

Emotions might rage like a storm.

Embrace yourself wholly.