a candle

A candle is but a simple thing, it starts with just a bit of string.
Yet dipped and dipped with a patient hand,
it gathers wax upon its strand, until it’s complete in colours and white,
at last it gives a lovely light.

Life is so like that bit of string, each deed we do a simple thing.
Yet day by day if on life’s strand, we work with patient heart and hand,
it gathers joy and makes dark times bright,
giving at last a lovely light.