A blind man sat on a barren hillside, at noon;
Holding a small lit candle near his lap.
Nobody journeyed to see him or inquire,
The daylight absorbing the candles rays.
He sat and waited, and sat some more,
It seemed forever – each passing hour.
Discouraged and sad he prayed to God,
To help him, and to help them find the way.
A miracle occurred that was more than just rare,
An eclipse; his candle becoming a bright beacon.
People looked up and saw the light up above,
Went and gathered around its glow.
The man told them of the meaning of faith,
And how believing can make a happening occur.
Such as turning the light of one small candle,
Into a guiding light for those in darkness.
One small candle, one ordinary man,
Making a change for many or for few.