A tea-light candle
that had once been new,
lay crushed, forgotten.
Rescue: overdue.
Wick: non-existent.
Wax: badly scorched.
Judging by shape, it
had clearly been smashed.
A candle like this,
ugly, abandoned,
is easily trashed.
So why was it saved?
The reason is simple;
A candle gives light.
Wick and wax matter,
not scent or the size.
Candles are equal
when the lights go dim.
Darkness is strong but
light pierces the grim.
AJ
