Candlemas by Malcolm Guite

They came, as called, according to the Law.

Though they were poor and had to keep things simple,

They moved in grace, in quietness, in awe,

For God was coming with them to his temple.

Amidst the outer court’s commercial bustle

They’d waited hours, enduring shouts and shoves,

Buyers and sellers, sensing one more hustle,

Had made a killing on the two young doves.

They come at last with us to Candlemas

And keep the day the prophecies came true;

We share with them, amidst our busyness,

The peace that Simeon and Anna knew.

For Candlemas still keeps his kindled light:

Against the dark our Saviour’s face is bright

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