quiet little candle
small bouquet of flowers
simple little vigil
memories of ours
lives no longer living
sadness in your eyes
lonely little children
no time for goodbyes
- it seems as though, every time you pick up a paper or watch the news, there is another vigil, another tragedy, another altar of candles and roses.
- another symbol of our mortality, our “finite-ness,” and our limited little journey toward the infinite and unlimited.
[1] martino, j. (2.3-4.2003). quiet little candle. book 16: baklavahhh. © 2007 by joal martino.
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