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    Lift High the Candle: Wyrd Rhymes, #1
    Lift High the Candle: Wyrd Rhymes, #1
    Lift High the Candle: Wyrd Rhymes, #1
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    Lift High the Candle: Wyrd Rhymes, #1

    By Heather Strickler

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    When the storm rages onward
    And the world comes tumbling down
    And there seems no future forward,
    And you're deep enough to drown.

     

    Some times a simple song uplifted
    Can ease the burdened soul.
    So here a book has drifted
    With rhymes to ease the toll.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWyrd Bard Tales
    Release dateDec 16, 2022
    ISBN9798215722916
    Lift High the Candle: Wyrd Rhymes, #1

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      Lift High the Candle - Heather Strickler

      Lift High the Candle

      Heather Strickler

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      Wyrd Bard Tales

      Copyright © 2023 by Heather Strickler

      All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any for or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without express written permission of the publisher.

      Cover Design by Heather Strickler

      Cover Image by Cedar Sanderson

      Published by Wyrd Bard Tales

      11993 W County Rd. 67

      Crescent, OK 73028

      Contents

      Preface

      1. For Greebo

      2. The Leaving

      3. Memories of Grief

      4. Joy of Memory

      5. Summer's End

      6. Light a Simple Candle

      7. Dark Days

      8. Edge of the Storm

      9. Lift High the Candle

      10. Little Knives

      11. Betrayal

      12. Numb

      13. Unhealed

      14. Standing Still

      15. Price of Despair

      16. Days of Wonder

      17. An Oath

      18. Surrender Not

      19. Reach Into the Flood

      20. Spirit and Steel

      21. Silent Accord

      22. A Single Candle

      23. Yet

      24. The Guide

      25. Wrought

      26. Against the Dark

      27. Watchman

      28. They Come Through Me

      29. The Spark

      30. Hold the Walls

      31. Clamor

      32. Beacons

      33. Future in a Candle

      34. One More Dawn

      35. Knees

      36. The Storm is not Forever

      37. Rhythems of Life

      38. Those Who Build

      39. Hands

      40. Look Up

      41. Prometheus

      42. New Beginnings

      43. Future

      44. Bright

      45. A Blessing

      Preface

      This was a book that wasn’t really supposed to be. While I have always doodled around with poetry, I had not considered putting together a book like this. I had occasionally posted a poem here or there, (Look up was one of these from 2016).

      Then in 2020, an online acquaintance (I wish I knew her well enough to call her friend, alas) lost a beloved pet with a storied life. And a poem struck me as

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