December 9, 1987
The flame flickers
As the wax flows free
To pool about
The candlestick.
A light breeze blows
Past heavy drapes;
The flame flickers,
Casting shadows.
Mother and Child
Wait in the dimness
As a stray sunbeam
Dapples her feet.
A fine hand,
With amethyst signet,
Draws back the drapes
To admit the sun.
A brisk wind blows
Through the opened window,
The candle gutters,
But the Child glows.
Sunlight on amethyst
Is yet diminished
By the Glory
Of the holy Babe.
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