Prayer Among the Candles

 

“God, go with you” had been uttered –

Now I stood alone,

In a dim corner of the cathedral –

To face God on my own.

 

I stood by the flickering tapers,

Far from all the rest,

And there I offered up my prayers,

Or tried my very best.

 

I was filled with the memory,

of things for which I should atone,

“Grant me mercy,” was my only plea –

As He smiling, nodded from His throne.

 

Padre

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Haunted Wordsmith Challenge

Memory, best, “go with you”