Barbara E. Foley
In a dream I stood alone before
Gazing upon one unlit candle,
And wished that I might give it light.
that very instance the candle lit!
Were my eyes playing tricks on me?
I leaned forward and blew out the flame.
wished that I might light the candle
And to my delight, immediately it caught fire.
I laughed like a child, and blew out the light.
Yet a third
time I wished to make the candle glow,
And a third time the candle burned bright,
Obeying my command and filling me with wonder.
In that still
moment I knew my power
And awakened to days of walking on clouds
the joy of lighting candles with my eyes.
Barbara E. Foley. All rights reserved.
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