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When we hurt,
grief wants nothing more
than to light a candle
and sit with us
in our keening.
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If we look it in the eye
we’ll see
its soft depth
as it holds us tenderly
to the flame.
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And when we’re ready
we’ll hold it in return
and watch the spiral
of warm smoke
rise to the sky.
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© 2018 Betty Hayes Albright
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