Thursday, 18 December 2025

The Light from a candle

 well I was hiding today as small daughter stole the study to work from home

she has 4 work from home days  before official holidays

BUT 

I stumbled over 

The Light from a Candle, I used to work at Pinsent Masons Law firm back then, such a friendly and quality firm. I use to hide in Saint Phillips cathedral in my lunch breaks cos it was cool and dry, our industrial size photo copiers made it 30 degrees in the Print Room.  If Ang is still there hello to her. And the Tonys on security. 

anyway I sat by the candle rack and the Verger looked like Jeff Bezo so I saw all the candles expiring one day, so the poem below came to me 


a snatch of something you were reading on my Wordpress

plus some photos to show you how dashing I am, as Gemini calls me

ha ha ha

from Jan 2009, 17 years ago


and Singapore thanks for the spurt or reading, you think you can beat Hong Kong?

I'll let you know if you beat them

and my Manga Michael Casey idea for all my 3,000,000 words to help teach English to Japanese

University students and  the WORLD, Singapore publishers make me an offer

Crazy Rich Asians and all that, I have a Shanghai cleaner and 2 half Shanghai daughters

and we could clean up TOGETHER

or are you too busy doing nothing Singapore

I can feel the draft here in Birmingham

the Dragon just returned on her broom stick

The front door just opened

Or was it Singapore rising

You tell me

are my prayers about to be relit

and light up the world


The Light from a CandleJan 23, ’09 5:24 PM
for everyone
I watched as the candle’s life ended, smoke spiraled in the air. I tried to see where the smoke was going only it just disappeared into nothingness. Another candle came to an end,but suddenly it rared up a final flicker of flame then it was gone, black smoke twirling into the air. I strained to see where the smoke was going only it was no use. I’d need a magnifying glass, binoculars, a microscope or a periscope, smoke just could not be followed. Another candle went out again I strained to see where its life had gone, but it was no use, the trail disappeared into nothingness. The candles were going out randomly, I had to jump from one to another in a vain attempt to see its moment of death, so that I could observe what was happening to them. In all 7 maybe 8 candles “died” as I watched from my position sat next to the candle rack in the cathedral on my lunch break. That was all yesterday, and today the process was repeated.Each candle is a hope,a wish, a prayer. Just as Jazz music is music turned into smoke, that weavers and sneaks its way through an audience, a candle and its smoke is a living flame of hope and love which we all hope will touch God’s spirit and let him hear our prayers. The smoke from a candle is like a ballet dancer doing the most intricate of dances, its like girl dancing with a ribbon at the Olympics. Only the candle and its smoke might say more for us when we cann’t think of the right words to say, God Help Us, can be all we can say, but if said from the heart then it is enough, For Faith Moves Mountains.
And candles are more than flickers that end in smoke, they remind us of the Light and Warmth of God’s Love. 0 comments share
 Let there be LightJan 23, ’09 5:22 PM
for everyone
Let my tears be my words

Let the candle light be my eyes

Let the flowers in bloom be my lips

Let their scent be my blood

Let the wind be my breath

Let clouds be my mood

Let childrens laughter be my hope

Let widows sighs be my conscience

Let a strangers prayers be my delight

Let the bees be my wisdom

Let the trees be my strength

Let my patience reach to the stars

Let me be always remembered in your prayers

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