sanctuary

[Ribo]

sanctuary

Candles flicker
with begged forgiveness,

each tender wick
a glowing reminder,

each drop of wax
a tear sliding down
the father's cheek.

Having lit them all,
I wait for him to come.

I think it works well with the title - I agree that "flicker" is too generic or too common a term. Not sure about "quiver", to me that brings thoughts of sex and candles that is also common associations... maybe "shiver" or "struggle". This piece takes me to a crypt or a cold church waiting for something - death maybe.