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She feels the golden stand
between her palms,
follows every curve
with fingers
searching for the essence
of a splintered block of tree
as he spun and shaped it
on his lathe,
then polished gently
with his sacred oil.
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Now she lights the candle
and watches
as the blush of flame
smooths up the walls
inside her heart
and out into the night.
She muses on a memory
and wonders
if he’ll ever know
how his soul-fire
lit her world
and turned the sky
a warmer shade of light.
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© 2013, 2016 Betty Hayes Albright
(a re-post)
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Candle holder in photo created by the DutchMan.
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