Candle Poem

A candle's but a simple thing
It starts with just a bit of string
Yet dipped and dipped with patient hand
it gathers wax right up the strand
Until, complete with snowy white
it gives at last 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, makes dark days bright
and gives at last a lovely light

~Poet Unknown