Find your peace..
In the mixing of the form,
In the mixing of the form,
the shaping of the mold,
the pouring of the wax.
In the bubbling sizzle,
the warming glow,
the rising odors,
of scents in the air.
Watch the candle burn,
as the creation take its shape,
Be lost in your own place,
as you bring form to idea.
Pass it to others,
and share with them the joy,
of the hours spent toiling,
amidst home and life.
The rain may fall outside,
but within the work goes on.
And you never mind the passing,
of moonlight into dawn.
For its forged by your own hands,
and shared throughout the winds,
and the joy found in the making,
is all that life need mean.
