I'll Get a Candle

Poem _ I'll Get a Candle

I'll Get a Candle


We drank as we walked,
this sacred man and I.
From his wisdom,
I hoped to learn why.

The drink was causing
the flames to rise,
and I could hear nothing
with my blind eyes.

Nor could I see
with my closed ears.
All was juxtaposed
in my prejudiced fears.

His words and image
became a haze.
Were they lost forever
in the blaze?

What had he said?
Please let me know.
Don't let it be lost
in the fire's glow.

Then I heard him speak,
and my knowledge began to grow.
"Get a candle, my girl, to light your way
and keep you from stubbing your toe."

We drank as we walked,
this sacred man and I.
He gave me such wisdom,
I began to cry.

Out of the flames,
I began to learn.
That wanting to understand,
makes the candle burn.

I'll get a candle to light my way,
and keep me from stubbing my toe.
I'll get a candle to light my way,
and keep me from stubbing my toe.