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