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 upon the strand
until, complete and 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.

–by: Clara B. Thurston