Passing Strangers 2

A candle flickers shining bright,
a homeward beacon in the night
for wayward passing strangers
on their lingering flight.

The flame holds out a welcome
with its warm beckoning light
for any passing stranger
that may have lost their way.

The candle never fades and dies,
but remains an eternal light
for all passing strangers
to grasp as a homeward light.


23 July 2010

poem by David HarrisReport problemRelated quotes
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