The Candle

A wick illuminating beauty and light
Emanating an aura and shadows large
The waxed cylinder a beholding sight
Delightful like a floating barge

In a dinner, melting away to glory
Sparkling a meteor shower
People gather telling many a story
Attracting like bees to a honeyed flower

I am elegant, stately and tall
But diminishing as time goes by
Elevating the stature of one and all
Not cruel like mirrors that never lie

A radiant beacon with a ray of hope
Swaying and flickering in the cool breeze
Lighted up in church by the Pope
Always like in prayer for world peace.