The light of a small candle
In the brilliance of the day
Often goes unnoticed
Yet . . . in darkness shows the way.
The facets of a crystal
In a darkened room
Melt unto the background
When the light source comes from gloom
So many tiny pieces
Scattered on the floor
Yet, when crafted by the Savior
Each one added then is more . . .
When the source of light is heaven
To illuminate the soul
Every piece is added skillfully
Then - - - the chandelier is whole . . .
-Shanna C. Hugie


