Dim and Not
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He carries one white candle in the space
Beneath cathedral vaults. He has to hold
His hand in front of it, so just a trace
Of light escapes. The candle’s flame shines gold
Yet it is blocked by palm and fingers so
A forward gleam is not allowed. It shines
Against them and his face and chest, but low,
A slightly flickering soul. His hand confines
The depth of glow within the space. Beyond,
Above him arches feel the hovering sheen
And vestments beam like silk as if a wand
Were passing there beneath them. None more clean
Than this can be imagined. In his eye
Held tears imply the Christmas stars on high.
~ Phillip Whidden
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