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Wax Tears – A Poem

pillar candles

WAX TEARS

A candle stands alone
on a dusty old piano

the flame wavering in the drafty air –
yet it burns
with an intensity
like the bitter cold of a prairie winter
that bites through to your bones.

a steady, faithful companion
lighting the way
through the darkness
of the world, and the ache
life can give.

the melted wax
dripping slowly downward …
the candle’s tears –
silently wept for our sorrows.

Smoke
spiraling upwards
a hazy, sulfuric plea
sent heavenward
to anyone who will hear.

When aches
become bitterness –
When comfort
seems beyond our reach,
the candle’s flame
remains a vibrant reminder
that light can still penetrate the dark.

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