POEM: Shaken Vows

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.

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