Early Works - Candle Poem by David Harris

Early Works - Candle



The lonely candle sits in the window
like the guiding light of a lighthouse beacon.
A sentinel with a warming glow
whose fingers reach into the darkness
holding out hope for ware faring souls,
which in the darkness have lost their way.


9 February 1987

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David Harris

David Harris

Bradfield, England
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