We read together from a small piece
Of paper with but a single candle
To help us see our prayer that night.
The only important source of light
That let us read from our little piece
Of paper, small is the range of a candle.
To read our prayer, we had to huddle
Close enough to share our only light
That it made me think we’re but one piece.
A prayer of penitence that gave me peace
Through our huddle around our shared light.
I don’t know how this will come across for other people, but this threw me back by a decade. A shared experience I always cherish. It seemed like a nexus for what could have been. Even then, I still missed my windows of opportunities. Maybe I’ll write more about this soon, as a memoir.
Flipped Serendipity 