Candles comfort me.
In the stillness of an empty Catholic
church, I breath deeply, smell the candle
wax, smile at the shadows tickling the chin
of the Virgin Mary, her eyes cast down upon
blue glass cups, votive prayers lit
for a dollar or two by a vagrant heart,
a soul wandering the streets in the black hours,
seeking a flicker of hope.
catherinenglish 01-12-13
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