Little Candle in an Anglican Church - By Anna McCarthy Hoffman

Little Candle in an Anglican Church

The light of a solitary candle
Flickering in the church
A little light struggling
In the damp darkness
A warm flame against the cold stone
Of this quiet knave
Now a museum of departed souls
The mustiness, the ancient air
Breaths of generations lifted in unison
The melody of dead voices singing
Murmers of prayers collected, gathered
In the lofty corbelled ceiling
There is no sadness in the end of things
When the spirit moves from one place to another
Out of churches, into homes
Bowling alleys, theaters, humble community centers,
These new parishes love with the same love
Care and worship with equal fervor
I mourn not where candles flicker
For elsewhere they burn bright.

- Written by: Anna McCarthy Hoffman

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