Candle

So there are few times that I am speechless in my life. But when I found out that one of my friends died, I did find myself at a stand still for words. All that would come out of me were tears. So this is for you my friend.

You bore your candle with dignity and a way that many are jealous of. Winds blew, let's not joke and say they didn't. But you knew how to handle the wind, and never did you put the bushel over your light. You let it burn bright for all to see around you. We wonder where and when our wick's end will come, but we never expect them to come at such a time as this. For such a short time your candle burned with a passion many beings never seem to experience in a life time of existing. For you didn't exist, you lived. Everyday was new and it was the promise of a new beginning, and you knew that. You carried your candle to the very end of the road, an unreasonably short road. So with heavy hearts we say goodbye to this bright light.

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith." -2 Timothy 4:7

Dedicated to Kari Wynn Denson 1991-2009