A faint breeze stirs
As the storm approaches
An inner flame is sheltered
Behind reassuring walls
Protected from the squall

A lit candle burns…
Not an ordinary candle
But one that can heal
Forming a halo of light
Able to restore sight

As the storm clouds pass
A secure calm spreads
While a glow reemerges
The air fills with tranquility…
Free of smothering density

Theresa Ann Moore

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-candle-burns/