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Our life is like a candle-wick aflame, Whose glowing brightness drives darkness away, And keeps on burning though a fierce Wind came, To sputter, spew forth smoke, all night ‘til day.
A blowing Gale can make us burn too fast; The wind can put the flame off premature; Both wick and wax must synchronously last; Our teacher best is dear Mother Nature.
How long each candle lasts? No one can tell; How bright the flame can be? Depends on us; Yet, some waste wick and wax to burn like hell! God expects us to burn steady sans fuss. A candle ought to light the world that’s dark; Yet, burn with steadiness without a spark!
5-18-2002 by Dr John Celes
Dr John Celes
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