Be A Candle That Burns Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

You kindled me.
You are very thoughtful
when you look at me now.
You sit pensive in my light
and meditate.

Do you know
I am glad that I burn.
If I did not burn,
I would have been in a candle box
with others who also do not burn.

In such a box,
we find no meaning for our lives.

My meaning I find when I burn.
Now I'm kindled and spread light.
You can say "I am on fire".
I am burning.
So I become shorter.
I am sad, that I will become soon
a small stump only.

But so is life.
There are only two options for me:
Either I remain completely
intact in the cardboard,
then I will not become smaller.
But then, I have no meaning in my life.

But when I burn,
I will give light and warmth,
then I know, that I am
of use for others.
I have given myself freely.

It is better than to be as cold
and meaningless in the box.

Burning for others is my joy.
A candle light is contagious!
Be a candle that burns.