If a candle’s flame <br />Which but flickers <br />And teeters wobbly <br />About the wick, <br /> <br />Has little value <br />In the presence <br />Of the sun <br />At noonday, <br /> <br />Then shall <br />That noonday sun <br />Which is placed afar, <br />To gently warm <br /> <br />The souls of men; <br />Have little value also <br />In the Enduring Presence <br />That is the Glory of God.<br /><br />~~~ Leaven ~~~<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-enduring-presence-of-god/
