I so love to light candles
in the quiet stillness
after Saturday evening mass.
Whispering a name
over each new flame,
I trust those
who have gone on before me
join in my prayers.
This tender act
gently reminds me
that I am not ever meant
to carry all of this alone.
Once again,
I am deeply grateful
for being raised
- steeped in, really -
in the beautiful concept
of the communion of saints.
. * .
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