Votive
candles
in the dark.
Kitty wanted to light one.
I didn’t have a match
or a candle.
And so, we paused for a moment,
thinking,
considering.
Peaceful
despite the many
standing around;
Pointing at the mosaics,
the frescoes
the stonework.
We contemplated the tall candle,
the one
standing above all the others
and considered
who might have placed it there –
was this an attempt to gain special consideration?
Look at me!
I deserve salvation more than those other guys who could only bother to spend half a grush* on their lights;
A little like the folk buried
on the Mount of Olives
who believe
that the Messiah,
will follow a plan,
First stopping there before reaching the Holy City.
And they,
thanks to their diligence
or perhaps
Investments
Will return to life before the others,
and so,
Be first in line
for housing
or falafel.
*Grush = 10 mils; 1,000 mils = one Palestine pound during the British Mandate.