Fallen Candle

A candle topples
in the sand
in the tray
in this holy space.

Is this significant?

Embraced as we are
by ancient architecture
in this vastness,
we lose our significance.

Our smallness
helps us to look at the world
in new ways,
investing the once trivial
with special meaning.

I lit the candle for a friend,
and I found comfort in its toppled status,
redolent of her rebellious humour.

 

{Poet’s Note – An incident in the church of Aleksander Nevski in Sofia formed the start of this little poem, which I thought was quite appropriate for a Sunday. This is my submission for Day 6 of National Poetry Writing Month.}

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