The Candle's Glow

The candle's glow
Seen from the window
Promised welcome
To him who'd come

All through the night
It burned tall and bright
But, no one came
To see the flame

Then through the day
The closed curtain stayed
As the widow
Slept with a throw

Not only late
Her guest lost the date
Lost the promise
And knew not of this

Who is alone?
And who feels unknown?
Who does but sit?
Shall we go visit?

I am thankful for the Prophet's example and his warm memories he shares. May we go about visiting those aging and alone...