The flame of the candle 
reaches ever upward, 
swayed by a breeze one moment, 
returning to reaching in the next. 
Grounded only by its wick 
in the waxy ocean below, 
it reaches ever upward 
to the Source it deems it knows. 
The flame shines on most bright 
at the tip of its glowing height… 
…reaching ever upward, 
may I seek the same true Light.