Black Veil Poem by Nastasimir Franovic

The candle in front of the icon twists the flame.
Clasped small trembling hands and hairline.
Silver crucifix at the end of the string.
The light almost died at the door behind.
God lives in this house. It is the source of your faith and hope.
The glow of the candle flame is on your face.
Your soul feeds with prayer.
Under the black veil, overcome by the burden, tears flowed down your face.
Your hope will remain pure and timeless.
The Lord will answer most prayers.
Your eyes are bright after tears, the hope of a new life is in your bosom

Nastasimir Franovic