A candle has but flickering flame
A wafted hand can bow it down.
But I once saw a sight I'll not forget;
The flame when close kept candles met.

It happened once in our local church.
It wasn't meant, it wasn't planned.
The Vicar handed night lights out
And bade us light them each from each.

He asked us then to bring them up
And place them on the altar where
They burned so brightly and were left
As the service moved on and prayers were said.

The service complete we shook his hand
And went, as was custom, across to a hall
Leaving the candles all burning there
What brought me back I'm not quite sure.

But what met my eye was a sight to behold
It's a wonder the altar never caught fire
For each and every single flame had leaped across
And truth to tell they burned as one.

The flame had spread from each to each
One mighty flame now crossed the piece
Blue and blazing,  blasting heat
It was fascinating but scarey too.

The candles gave me such a fright
And others too as I shouted out
But it was inspirational too
And preached a sermon of its own.

Alone we flicker our flame is weak
But joined oh what a mighty flame
What conflagration from our spark
A light to brighten deepest dark.