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The Candle
Slow glow do not burn too fast
light the space with yellow
the moth in the flame
not consumed retreats to
seek the curtain folds,
and slow glows the candle.
Wax descending the stem
a collar of white cooling
unconsumed about the silver stick
sweet honey scent of bees wax
a cotton wick bares the heat
unconsumed as did the moth
sleeping in the curtain folds.
Memories of Paschal candles
hopes and fortunes in the yellow flame,
on the windowsill,a torch for those who seek,
the flame, rock still, a call to those who seek
a prayer for those whose faith has wained,
the candle flame a common bond to
share a place with the sickle,eternal
from early man until tomorrow.
In the morning the flame will die
a stub of wax . . .no more
the wise will, like the virgins,
in the story often told, seek another
set in the candle stick
waiting the evening once again.
light the space with yellow
the moth in the flame
not consumed retreats to
seek the curtain folds,
and slow glows the candle.
Wax descending the stem
a collar of white cooling
unconsumed about the silver stick
sweet honey scent of bees wax
a cotton wick bares the heat
unconsumed as did the moth
sleeping in the curtain folds.
Memories of Paschal candles
hopes and fortunes in the yellow flame,
on the windowsill,a torch for those who seek,
the flame, rock still, a call to those who seek
a prayer for those whose faith has wained,
the candle flame a common bond to
share a place with the sickle,eternal
from early man until tomorrow.
In the morning the flame will die
a stub of wax . . .no more
the wise will, like the virgins,
in the story often told, seek another
set in the candle stick
waiting the evening once again.
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