The Candles Glow
The candles glow.
They light my way
around the camp.
I walk from one to another
to another to another
and think and say a little prayer
for all who hurt this night.
The candles glow
and like a map
they show me where to go
to find my rest this night.
The candles glow.
They light my way
around the camp.
The candles glow.
I thank the Goddess for Her healing.
Now it's my turn to pray
for all those who hurt this night.
The candles glow.
Vi
©November 11, 2005
2 Comments:
This is a lovely poem, Vi - thank you.
Beautiful.
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