2 October 2008, 11:00 AM
The candles always meant so much,
lining the walls and lit by my hand
before the others arrived, one for every icon,
pieces of sanity amid chaos--Life Givers.
The icons, the incense, and from day one,
the faces and their unlikely
welcome of one who should have been a thorn
by definition. The people were Christ to me,
have always been, will always be. They welcome
now another thorn. I lit a candle one last time,
prayed they'll love him well, remain
who they've been for me.
3 comments:
No fair making me cry this early in the morning!
It is beautiful!
I'm not a religious person, but I can see the beauty in this. Lovely!
Very nice. Makes me hope everything works out.
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