Around the table
On the shadow's edge
Each one of them quite motionless
And someone abruptly speaks
It's cold outside but here it's peaceful
And the light holds them together
The fire crackles
A spark
The hands have come to rest
Bluer on top of the tablecloth
Behind the beam of light, a head reads
Nearly holding its breath
Everything's falling asleep
The silence drags on
But still it is not time to go
The windowpane mirrors the scene, the
family
From a distance the lips all seem to be
fervent and praying