Soul Candle

The Soul Candle burns in a darkened room

It flickers through life’s adventure

Some days the flame holds low,

Slow and orange glow

Like a golden rose a-growing

Othertimes the flame leaps high

Exultant, bright enough to light

Not just this room

Not just this Castle

Of Breath and Being

But the world, the universe and far beyond.

This room of the Soul Candle

Is protected by the Steward of Life, Keeper of Souls

A plated guardian who keeps the flame ablaze

Through illness, despair, the passing of moons

The Steward stands silent

Watching tirelessly through all ages of a life

And at the window of the room

Sings the bird of angel secrets

Who chirps its tales

And tells its truths

To any ear that hears it

The room’s within this Castle

Known to all as Breath and Being

Built into the clouds

Beyond the skies

Dark rooms of amber glowing rise

For here is all humanity

Where Souls flutter ever on

Amid the scent of softened wax

The burn of life is strong

 

Until finally, inevitably

The candle’s all but gone

The wick full spent to ashen dust

The light beings to dim

And the Steward of Life, Keeper of Souls

Sets down its sword

Unbuckles all its armour

Lays down its body upon the earthen floor

Listening to the fading

Of the angel birds sweet call

And then the darkened room

Which no longer holds some light

Slips into that of the Black Beyond

And the room falls out of sight