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In a Church (Other) by Sasha
Translated from the Welsh of Emyr Lewis.
Candles are stars
in the peopleâs hands:
a bit of tallow
for the Madonna.
Each oneâs a gift,
a silent prayer,
keeping a secret
in holy honor.
The saints repose
who served their Lord
in mystic grace
of wood and gloss.
Their eyes partake
of radiance while
they whisper "Sancta
Simplicitas"
Here God descends
through ceiling cracks
as a moth heads
for flame: to fly
playing hide and seek
with a hot blade,
living in peril,
not knowing why.
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