Candles

Armenian News Network / Groong
December 7, 2002

⚠ This is an archival article originally published on December 7, 2002. Information may be outdated.

Flickering candles, burning bright, bowing with each breath of rite. Rising, falling, shedding tears so warm and soft that all too soon grow cold and hard as stone.

Oh, ancient light of lights, bending with each whisper of beseeching prayers. To what avail are Sacred Rites, when like you, they melt into oblivion?

Knarik O. Meneshian

Author bio at time of publication

Knarik Meneshian was born in Austria, from an Armenian father and an Austrian mother. She's married and is a writer and a teacher. She has also taught ESL in the village of Jrashen (Spitak region), Armenia in 1991. Various of her works, - (poems, short stories, articles, reviews, - have been published in American and Armenian publications. She has authored "Reflections", a book of poems, and translated to "Musa Dagh - The Banishment of Zeitoun and Suedia's Revolt" by Rev. D. Antreassian, from Armenian to English.