The candle flares, the match ignites the wick

The candle flares, the match ignites the wick
The light made decorates the  Sabbath meal
Catch the moment,life goes all too quick

From the chaos, fragments must be plucked
Call it sense or do we have to steal?
The light flares as the match ignites the wick

From your fragment, make a  world of love
Do not question whether  it is real
Live the moment,life goes all too quick

Love is not created by the stick
Fear is what the little children feel
The light flares as the match ignites the wick

Watch children blowing bubbles and then kiss
The  happiness  before which saints might kneel
Catch each moment,life goes all too quick

From the inner eye the shutter peel
In that little space the world’s   revealed
The candle flares, the match ignites the wick
Catch the moment,life goes,ah, too quick