We shuffle in quietly taking our seats, stillness envelopes
our beings, as our prayers seek out the light of the candles,
lifting themselves beyond what we can see.
And we read:
“In you Lord, I have taken refuge;
let me never be put to shame;
deliver me in your righteousness.
Turn your ear to me,
come quickly to my rescue;
be my rock of refuge,
a strong fortress to save me.
Since you are my rock and my fortress…..”
With a few more encouraging words,
flames flicker, and for some a tear will fall,
and for others they are still praying,
as we quietly stand, and walk
out the door.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, Ancient Skies
Quote, Psalm 31:1-4, from the NIV Bible