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Poem: “Thurible”
by Tim Bete
Thurible Dimly-lit church, empty except for the strong lingering scent of spicy-sweet smoke from a funeral earlier in the day. Gray rising clouds no longer visible, stale recollections left behind with memories of a soul I did not know. Lives sputter and ignite like aromatic crystals heaped onto blistering coals, souls billowing and ascending. Tim […]
