To the furthest horizon they bring light and life, Strength I need as I weaken by time and age. Each holds the flame and memory that I loved and cherished. None flicker in the gales and storms of torments eternal. They will pass with me, tender quiet and peace of acceptance.
Each priceless treasure in the home I held. Foundations on which I grew and sustain before my passing. I will drip their wax on the tables of heaven. For soon they will fade and turn cold. Only their memory will you hold.
Cry not for their loss as others grow to show the way. They knew of this day. Perhaps I can be one of yours caressing you. I wish it so. I wish it so.