How children and lovers love them -
After long hours of intense and searching sunlight,
After the glare of electric bulbs placed in lamp and ceiling,
After the many well lighted stores and gaming fields and schools...
The small wavering, delicate flame of a candle -
More wonderful than any display of glittering or searching beams...
The essence of light itself in tiny inches of space,
Something to hold and admire and restore again and again,
To be carried in triumph into an otherwise darkened world.
Candles, the flame of candles, a light for the smallest need.
by Percy Horne
This is one of the of the BEST poem I have ever READ sincerely.Thank you for sharing.Mr.Percy Horne