A sailor drowned in the sea's depths.--
Unaware, his mother goes and lights

a tall candle before the ikon of our Lady
praying that he'll come back quickly, that the weather may be good --

her ear cocked always to the wind.
While she prays and supplicates,

the ikon listens, solemn, sad,
knowing the son she waits for never will come back.

Constantine P. Cavafy

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