The lowered lights
Shine warm
On the wood of the altar
As I stand
Breathing
In the back corner
By the candles.
It's familiar,
The smell of incense.
It ignites something in me...
Something unlit for so long.
A kind of celebration,
Forgotten
Maybe abandoned...
For long years.
But here I am,
Quietly pondering
The return of love,
Of excitement
And maybe... just maybe...
Faith.
Thank you.
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