Guest guest Posted September 16, 2001 Report Share Posted September 16, 2001 My thoughts and prayers go out to all those who are troubled and concerned about what occured on September 11. I dedicate this poem to all who suffer. The Candle Still Burns... Time stood still, for a moment or so, the candle burnt out, not long ago. I light a new candle, in order to see, that darkness around, be taken from me. Time comes and goes, it depends how I feel, sometimes it's hard, to know what is real. A sense of belonging, is lost when alone, the walls that imprison, will never be home. Good thoughts add blessings, in all that I do, bad thoughts seek to destroy, that which is true. The candle burns brightly, then a wind comes along, confusions may reign, in where I truly belong. I am a spiritual being, in this physical shell, I build on this earth, my own heaven or hell. Inside is a candle, which will never go out, the strength of my faith, is what I'm about. The weight of the cross, can be heavy or light, the candle I carry, should always burn bright. All darkness will fade, if I take time to see, the flame of the candle, which was given to me. 1994 by Harold A. Sutton http://www.homestead.com/hsutton/index.html --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.280 / Virus Database: 147 - Release 11/09/01 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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