Flickering Candle Poem by Zachary Stefanski

by my father
Thomas stefanski

My life is a flame, like that of a candle. And like a candle, the flame is small and weak. In the wind I wavered, in the rain I sputtered, and somehow life is breathed into it. Despite many close calls, it continued to be fed with the oxygen it needed to survive.


But besides needing oxygen, it also needs a body. Which is the wax, or in my case “the mind”. Although my candle has weathered a many of storm, my candle nearly dwindled down to a mere puddle of wax.


I receive signs daily that my time is short. God willing Jesus is calling me home. Like the puddle of wax, I am worth nothing anymore. It’s a sad fact when it gets to the point where you are worth more dead than alive. But it sometimes happens!


I believe in my Savior, Jesus Christ, and I confess my sins and ask for forgiveness, particularly of what’s to come. I beg, “please embrace me into your kingdom! “ I am so looking forward to what it means to finally be in peace.


My life was predetermined by my God, long before I was born. And I knew years ago the result was inevitable. Jesus please watch for my hand and lead me home.

Please protect my family for whom I love so much.


Lord, I long to be with you, I love you!


Your flickering candle!