Passing Strangers 2 Poem by David Harris
Passing Strangers 2
A candle flickers shining bright,
a homeward beacon in the night
for wayward passing strangers
on their lingering flight.
The flame holds out a welcome
with its warm beckoning light
for any passing stranger
that may have lost their way.
The candle never fades and dies,
but remains an eternal light
for all passing strangers
to grasp as a homeward light.
23 July 2010
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4/24/2024 10:21:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely poem with a great natural flow to it. I can also imagine a lighthouse in this poem just as well the candle. Well done & an enjoyable read. Spiritsong