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.
Live, live and live spread the light of love and kindness, we will be remembered like light and shade our memories live on in the minds of our loved ones. An outstanding write! !
Shine brightly as the light of the world by doing good deeds in the midst of darkness. Nice work.... A beautiful poem worth sharing....Thanks... Bernard F. Asuncion from Subic, Philippnes
I agree! ! ! instead of waiting for somebody to be candle that burns for you, be the candle that burns for others. Thanks for sharing tony.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
keep up the good work dear