My Hanukka Candles

	Sign In Sign-Up

My Hanukkah Candles

by: Philip Raskin

Eight little candles,
All in a line;
Eight little candles
Glitter and shine.

Eight little candles
Eight little flame,
Whispers a legend
Of honor and fame.

Eight little candles
Bashfully hide
The soul of people
Its hope and its pride.

Eight little candles
Sparklets of gold,
Stories of battles,
And heroes of an old.

Heroes undaunted,
And noble, and true;
Heroes who knew
How to dare and to do;

Heroes who taught
The ages to be
That man can be brave,
And that man should be free.

Modest and frail
Is their lights, yet it cheers
A people in exile
Two thousand years.

Eight little candles
Their guttering gleams
Speak to my heart
In a language of dreams.

Light to my eye
Is their smile and their cheer,
Sweet to my ear
Is their whisper to hear.

Courage but courage,
Maccabee's brave son,
Fight for light
And the battle is won.