poem of the day May 5 

The light

coming 

out of

a candle 

never changes

the flickering glow

coming from

its inner soul 

Yet the power

of candle light

is profoundly changed

by the light

of its surroundings

In the middle

of a midday sun

the candle light

seems to fade and

is hard to see

In the middle

of a dark moonless night

the same candle light

easily lights the way

So remember

the immortal words

of Jack be Quick

as he jumped over

the candlestick

"The luminescence of change

is not coming from the candle flame"