Friday Night

I light the wick, the candle glows;
It catches quick and then it grows.
The shadows dance upon the wall
As in a trance, I can recall…

The ancient days and candle prayer,
A song of praise to help prepare
For Sabbath eve, a festive meal
Meant to relieve the week’s ordeal.

Those days are gone, at least for me.
As time goes on, the more I see
That old-time rites, once seen as must
Have lost their bites and turned to dust.

Yet still my match creates a flame
Though I detach from whence it came.
The wax will melt and disappear
As if I felt the spirit near…