Incense & flowers;
Candles & light: these things
Claimed our consciousness;
Vibrant childhood memories
Of the small altar
At St Cuthbert's RC church;
Masses in Latin
And rich, priestly baritones;
All those sweet feast days;
A time when Light always seemed
To prevail over
Darkness; Benedictions and
First Communions.
We would decipher bright truths
Behind a haze
Of tainted symbolism.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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