Sunday, January 6, 2013

Impossible and unending

I arrived
During the homily
And gladly found
A place in the last row

Thought of you
And prayed for you
For all this week
Has brought your way

But more,
For daily life and fear and pain
That must seem
Impossible and unending

Afterward I went forward
Past those
Making their way home
Or to a favorite lunch place

And lit a candle
Thinking of you
And hoping for something better,
Anything, better

I lit a second
And quickly a third
Soon realizing I would run out of candles
Before I ran out of people and prayers

So I quit,
Quit lighting candles,
That is, not prayers,
And left