If Only for a Breath

Faces aglow with candlelight.
The tall, thin candles whispering prayers,
songs,
gratitude,
pleas.

We follow along in a long line,
awaiting our turn.
I light my candle
and add it to the grouping,
knowing my face is dancing with the candlelight.
Knowing my candle has joined the choir of voices.

And for a breath,
it's as it should be.
The Lord is near.
The soul is content.
The questions ease.
The peace descends.
The people connect.
Heaven is here.

Then, I blink and it all floats away
like a vapor in the air.
But my candle is still there,
along with all of the others.
So I know it actually happened
if only for a breath.

March 12, 2018