The four candles
As solemn guardians completely stationary
Tall and attentive at drawing out the darkness
awake and astute to watch all visitors
unflinching and fiel
never flickering
even when the wind attempts to steal
So true and bold
Those four candles where the eyes of god could dwell
monitoring the mourners as they attempted farewells
To the body of a good man who had already folded
The candle flames so symbolic of our own souls
I tell you the wicks didn't shrink short on that cold day
neither did the wax fall precociously as mourners prayed
As if all was balanced and all debts were paid whole
And the last exchanges were loving ones alone
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