A Walk

Have you ever walked along a road
Of such a mind
That you doubted you might meet
God at any turn of the path?
A lady plays the piano
And I light two candles.
Sun, moon, and stars
Are not so beautiful as those candles.
Do you think they are not just as
Good as any stars in the firmament
Because they go out sooner?
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