Constanza

Burn the wick
Just as the flame can burn the hand
That strays incautiously too close
Blistered reminder of impulse

So the hand can snuff the flame, command
Extinguish the light and the heat
Its purpose quashed and incomplete

Gentle shielding will understand
Nurture, direct the naked light
Use its power for doing right

Protect the flame,reprimand
The feisty draught set to blow out
The light offering to end doubt

The thoughts and actions left unplanned
In darkness fester and take on
A life, a needless marathon

Illuminated, become grand
The candle flickers and breathes life
Burning passions put paid to strife

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