...at a friend's
casket
I stare at the jumping
flame
of
the sacramental candle
that melts on
your coffin
and seals your soul inside.
Sounds of weeping
flow
through the air
and frankincense
and flowers
cover blackness everywhere.
You're emancipated
from this world
yet we strive
to bring you back.
Lost in our most
selfish love and
blessed faith seems
unheard of.
- J. J.
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