A response to the passing of Howard W. Schauer January 5th, 1929- June 16th, 2009
What is life but a slowly burning candle?
Ignited by The Divine hand, into our existence
The flame burns brightly, steadily, unwavering
Shedding light, on what surrounds it
Sharing warmth, when one is close to it
Flickering
Between existence, and non- existence
Flames burn quickly
Flames burn slowly
To their wicks end.
Darkness falls on its surroundings
When the fire's radiant energy, ceases to exist
Smoke rises, from an extinguished flame
Like a soul ascending into the heavens
Memories, of a once bright burning light
And a now empty vessel, are all that remain.
What was seen was temporary
But what is not seen is eternal.
By Elizabeth Gonzalez
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