Light a candle for my memory
in a quiet chapel by the sea;
as day drifts into dusky night,
cup it in your hands and hold me tight;
as the stars begin to softly shine,
blow out the flame as you call it mine;
I am gone, but in your heart I remain
as long as you whisper gently my name.
So light a chapel's candle by the sea—
hold it out as a guide for my memory.
This appears in the August-September 1990 issue of Sojourners
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