A Chapter by Debbie Barry

A poem about a church.




December 9, 1987

The flame flickers
As the wax flows free
To pool about
The candlestick.

A light breeze blows
Past heavy drapes;
The flame flickers,
Casting shadows.

Mother and Child
Wait in the dimness
As a stray sunbeam
Dapples her feet.

A fine hand,
With amethyst signet,
Draws back the drapes
To admit the sun.

A brisk wind blows
Through the opened window,
The candle gutters,
But the Child glows.

Sunlight on amethyst
Is yet diminished
By the Glory
Of the holy Babe.

© 2017 Debbie Barry

Author's Note

Debbie Barry
I wrote this when I was 18. Initial reactions appreciated.

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Added on November 8, 2017
Last Updated on November 9, 2017
Tags: poem, poetry, chapel, church, christian, prayer, worship, sacred, holy

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Debbie Barry
Debbie Barry

Clarkston, MI

I live with my husband in southeastern Michigan with our two cats, Mister and Goblin. We enjoy exploring history through French and Indian War re-enactment and through medieval re-enactment in the So.. more..