Titirangi Storyteller

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No, it’s not, but it reminds me
of the rows and rows of votive candles
in every church I went to.
And I was filled with such longing for money,
lots and lots of money
so I could light them all,
see them shine,
see them flicker,
inhale their waxy fragrance.

and then I would pray
so deeply,
so fervently,
so purely
that I could still get into heaven
without having paid a cent.

Written by Titirangi Storyteller

06/09/2012 at 1:39 am

4 Responses

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  1. Love the light on this. I’m not sure I understand how you did it, but it’s wonderful.



    06/09/2012 at 5:56 am

    • It’s illuminated from within… the light flares around the bottom were a complete surprise, but I found them entirely delightful.


  2. Very cool. Could you imagine row upon row of this light?



    09/10/2012 at 3:27 am

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