CANDLEMAS

 

CANDLEMAS

I believe in the blessing of candles

In our Lady of light and of candelabras

Or the beeswax stars never burning down

The waxen flowers she wears for a crown

When I dream of light, I hear my mother singing.

I believe in the heart at rest

At rest in the Light and the Isle of the Blessed

And the lullaby sung in the dark of night

To all who wander and in their flight

I believe in the birds of night

Singing over great cold distances.

Mary angela douglas 2 february 2024