POEM: Shaken Vows Posted on January 8, 2020 by B Gourley A cold wind blew through the vestibule, tussling the tongues of flame on the candles powering parishioners’ prayers. Would one ill-timed entrant extinguish all those vows and well-wishes? The flames did a shimmy dance, but remained lit — save one. Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related