Candle warmth cupped in work-stained hands
tending the yellow liquid flame
against the dark unkown...
Absorbed in liturgical obedience,
Shadowed faces turn,
Their brooding eyes riveted on the central figure
of the gleaming crucifix,
The rhythmic clank of the censor passing,
with its clouds of burning frankincense
whose heavy perfume makes delicious
the chant of "Gospodi po miloi." (God have mercy)

And whose steamy billows,
Promising something eternal,
lift impotently heavenward,

then dissipate...

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