a tear drops and drips on the orange flame
flickering like the faraway stars
indifferent in the frightening night sky.
She recites yet another prayer
sometimes doubting if there are any lights
in the many mansions or if they've always been empty
remembering the poignant words of C.S.Lewis
who lost his beloved to cancer
imploring God to save his wife
concluding, "After that, silence."
She wonders if her faith, now flickering
like the candle, will soon turn to smoke
and disappear...into the endless ether.