And The Candlewax Is Dripping

And The Candlewax Is Dripping

Like the sands of time in the hour glass, the candle melts and drips its drops
Upon the candleholder, accumulating at its gorgeous base where it stops.
Somehow it brings to mind that each day our light gleams forth
We are reminded of its old and dependable source.

That candle is reminiscent of our golden days of life
Burning brightly day and night to light our way through this life.
Every candle is eventually all used up and its potential is then gone.
The ultimate light has lived its life, giving light which justifies its known

Potential to guide us throughout our journey no matter where it leads.
Each measure of time is flowing gently with light for our current needs.
Each candle has its numbered hours for its appointed task
So utilize the given light that - in the end - you never need to ask!