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Candle, candle, burning bright in this vast and dusky church tonight. In its shimmering light I see few fellow faithful kneel near to me. Our chant is soft and barely heard above this fallen world’s absurd descent into a tyrant’s wrath. Like those before, await his aftermath. Therefore we must keep this flame alive so that hope and charity still survive ‘til the fickle follies of sundown times end again and new dawn shines.
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 11:02 AM UTC
Await the aftermath
Candle, candle, burning bright in this vast and dusky church tonight. In its shimmering light I see few fellow faithful kneel near to me. Our chant is soft and barely heard above this fallen world’s absurd descent into a tyrant’s wrath. Like those before, await his aftermath. Therefore we must keep this flame alive so that hope and charity still survive ‘til the fickle follies of sundown times end again and new dawn shines.
Keeping perspective even after an absolutely awful week of news.
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53/M/Potsdam, Germany
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 11:02 AM UTC
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