March 6, 2019

I lit a candle in the ancient church

Set it burning there with a borrowed flame

Amongst ikon saints and high vaulting arch

To flicker for a while in your name.

It was not a prayer more a memory

And a signal for tears unshed ‘til then

And the shadows it made were cast on me,


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