Blue Candlelight
Thursday, August 11, 2011 at 10:40AM 
I light a blue candle as I shed a tear,
The sorrow I feel surrounded by fear.
Why did this happen? Why once again
must I light a blue candle to signify end?
So many promises of hope and a cure,
So hard to see clearly what a candle can obscure.
Where is the hope I had the day before last?
When the blue candle is lit, hope is something in the past.
I see the blue candles and cry even more,
For parents, for friends, for all who adore.
I cry for those who are next on the list,
I wonder if I’ll be the one missed.
When the family is together it feels so safe,
Like nothing dark and evil can enter this place,
In flesh or in spirit our souls stand their ground.
‘til I see those candles. And my world breaks down.
I light a blue candle as I send up a prayer,
My heart aches, my eyes sting, I cry, “it’s not fair!”
Anger is silenced while my sorrow lingers,
“Protect those with tiny black spots on their fingers.”
Reader Comments (23)
thank you george.
thats a very poignant poem.
Wow! The goosebumps! Praying for the family and praying for a cure!
Oh, George. I was doing just fine until I got to the last line. Thank you for this. Definitely captures the feelings.
Beautiful.
Poignant indeed. A wonderful poem, & very fitting.
Beautiful post George. We mourn these losses together.
Thank you, George, I think that is a wonderful poem
Thank you George for putting into words what I could not.
Wow ... well-written poetry on this subject, I wonder if Lee Ann considers poetry qualifying for Diabetes Art Day?!
Beautifully said. Wish you didn't have to say it at all. :(
Beautiful & I love you my brother.
Beautiful. Beautiful.
Today was a very hard day. You expressed why in ways that I cannot.
Beautifully written. Thank you, George.
Today was a rough Diabetes day... Thank you for putting yourself out there, through your words, I feel like you said the things I could not....
No words.
G, this is incredible stuff.
Thank you.
Wow, I teared up reading this. Beautiful.
Thanks George, your words are blessed.
absolutely beautiful, george. this is about the 10th time i've read it, and i cry every time. thank you for sharing.
“Protect those with tiny black spots on their fingers.” I was okay until I read that line.
Beautiful... thank you for sharing it.
Beautiful and passionate! ... you know there's a song in that, don't you?
my family and i read this and we were all very moved by your honesty and poetry. thank you.