Candlemas Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I believe in the blessing of candles
In our Lady of light and of candelabras
Or the beeswax stars never burning down
The waxen flowers she wears for a crown
When I dream of light, I hear my mother singing.
I believe in the heart at rest
At rest in the Light and the Isle of the Blessed
And the lullaby sung in the dark of night
To all who wander and in their flight
I believe in the birds of night
Singing over great cold distances.
Mary angela douglas 2 february 2024