Halloween lighter
candles sing
soft of the night.
Under the eyes of graceful angels
They illuminate the highway
In the cafes
of Montclair, patrons
gather round the fire
and they raise a toast
to one another
Quiet faith,
human beauty
inspired.
And to the mountain,
watching,
looming
And to the stars
of its divine crown,
Blessed be your children
neath the light of the moon.
Our sincerest thanks
for here and now,
This evening’s most
holy sound.
Ren Michael 