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Candlemas Day
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By Rich Tassinari
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           Candlemas Day

Old Simeon holds high the Light,
A haloed candle in the dark
Illuminating ancient night
With waves of hope, a saving spark.

Follow, follow, close behind,
Don’t drift or dawdle from the Son,
Stay in the light and you will find
Reflections of the Holy One.

The temple shines from deep inside
And beams of light are spread throughout
The hearts where He will soon reside
Where hope and faith replaces doubt.

Follow, follow, close behind,
Don’t drift or dawdle from the Son,
Stay in the light and you will find
Reflections of the Holy One.

The Light is born, receives a name,
A name that turns the world around,
Both birth and death won’t be the same
On earth if heaven can be found.

Follow, follow, close behind,
Don’t drift or dawdle from the Son,
Stay in the light and you will find
Reflections of the Holy One.

Surrender leads to freedom here
And peace when patronizing dies
Its painful death despite the fear
Of shining light on darkened lies.

Follow, follow, close behind,
Don’t drift or dawdle from the Son,
Stay in the light and you will find
Reflections of the Holy One.

Within His birth, there is reborn
The breath first breathed into the soul,
The likeness from that early morn,
Since fallen, comes to make man whole.

Follow, follow, close behind,
Don’t drift or dawdle from the Son,
Stay in the light and you will find
Reflections of the Holy One.

Rich Tassinari 2/7/15


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Submitted: Saturday, February 7, 2015

Last Updated: Wednesday, February 11, 2015

About the Poet
Husband, father, grandfather, and each title is my joy. As a youth, poetry was a means to express the inexpressable. I was attracted to (and still am) the beauty and brevity of verse. All flows out from God, and like a proper prayer, can flow back.


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