#Candlelight | Anita Dawes and Jaye Marie

My tongue in spite Could split an atom Letters written in a book Would be unreadable There’s an ugly face Ready to drag me into hell No candlelight vigil To save my soul All roadways barred By a giant barrier Can I climb over, Run from death Will the rose memento In my breast pocket carry me through? ©AnitaDawes2022

I watch the yellow leaves of autumn falling
On coming winter, carpets the land with new colour
My phone rings, down the line I hear the bad news
Late last night our pastor took a new journey
One not planned. His wheels hit a patch of oil
Sending his car over the bridge
Our small village gathered
Out tears mingled with the flowers we held
Candlelight flickered like dancing stars
We could feel our pastor reaching out
Touching the living, one last time
With his soft-spoken words…