The Flame
by Emma Vander Kooi
A lump of wax, a piece of string,
Molded into a useful thing,
Shaped by the Maker’s hands,
For to show forth His perfect plans.
Sitting useless in the dark,
And in sight, not a flame or spark,
Now drawn out of the darksome mire
And held up to th’Eternal Fire.
Then sheltered by the Maker’s side,
So that it might grow and abide.
Soon out into the world of woe,
To shine its small light, it doth go.
Then all the world which hates the light,
Doth blow at it with all their might.
It smolders, fails, they think they’ve won …
And yet in it the Flame burns on.
For what the world mocks and smothers,
The Maker with His hand covers.
He guides the winds so that the same
Purpose only to fan the Flame.
Some draw so close in scorn and ire
That they are caught by that same Fire —
So through a piece of wax and string,
The Maker does a mighty thing;
For everywhere, as far as sight,
A great forest is set alight.
Its purpose done, the wick burns low,
Back to its Maker it doth go.
Then it, made new, consumed never,
Shall burn with that great love fore’er.
About the Poet
Emma is a homeschool graduate and nursing student who resides in Florida. During her schooling, she read a great deal of poetry and was inspired by poets such as John Donne, George Herbert, and Anne Bradstreet. Her writing wrestles with life’s struggles and glories in biblical truths.
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