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votive candles
were there for us
a wonder to look at
they didn’t smell good
then – they just burn
and piss the melted
nor small or round – they
pushed themselves up
as we peeled off excesses
we sat quietly enchanted
they made great shadows
calling us up in and out
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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit to pop up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year. The other poems of the collections can be found and read using the search window.
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light a candle light the dark, feel the energy, and be blessed
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blessings on you too 🙂
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lovely poem, well done, sorry about that
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Don’t worry Matthew, I did a greater mess than yours, LOL… was replying to you from the app on iphone not to worry and it turned into a POST! Yaekee, had to quickly erase it. Now we are all back to normal :-). I appreciate your nice comment, thank you.
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That’s ok Anna. Ok has to be both capitals like OK to not be underlined by the great red line of misspellingness, I am sure you don’t need to know this. I don’t have a fancy iPhone, you are blessed…
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This is lovely.
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Thank you Srishti, glad you like it!
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