The Candle

A room
filled with darkness.
I cannot see.
A room
devoid of all sound.
I cannot hear.
A room
with nothing in it, empty.
I am scared.
A candle
burning bright and lighting the way.
I can now see.
A candle
whose flames whisper in the silence.
I can now hear.
A candle.
The only object in the room.
The only object I need.
Because now
I can see.
Because now
I can hear.
Because now
I am no longer scared.
The room is my heart.
The candle is the Lord.