A candle was lit about 8 years ago.
It shown so brightly.
I remember the warmth, the way it lit my path.
I remember feeding the flame, hoping I would guide its growth.
Alas, the candle no longer burns where I can see it directly.
When I want to find it, I have to look inside.
I find that I no longer have to feed it, that it's already in a place of light and warmth.
Its flicker catches my attention every day, and I ponder.
I do my assigned work and duty, and do not fear the time that is coming.
The time when my light joins his and His.
The time when there are no shadows to confuse me.
The time when I will never fear getting burned.
The time when my tears will never threaten to put out my own flame.
The time without end.
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