अन ओदे तो तह कान्द्लेमाकेर

An Ode to the Candlemaker

Tears wax dripping to the spiritual flame,
Burning, burning, away our shame.
At end of Age we carry along,
A history of hate and Wisdom's song
Some things right, so many wrong.

But the dream of Innocence is born again,
It grows in hearts prepared by pain.
We light new candles from the old
We gather back into the fold.

For within our wicked world is a wick,
~Always Dancing~
To the flame of Eternal Love.