In honor of Candlemas, the holiday that commemorates Jesus’ dedication in the temple in Luke 2, we’re sharing poems that reflect on that experience from the perspective of Simeon and Anna.
“My life is light, waiting for the death wind”—this is so evocative. Reminded me of sitting with my grandma as she grew more and more frail and shrunken, like she was slowly casting off ballast.
“My life is light, waiting for the death wind”—this is so evocative. Reminded me of sitting with my grandma as she grew more and more frail and shrunken, like she was slowly casting off ballast.
Beautiful. Thank you.