The warmth of lit beeswax candles
Single flames burn brightly atop
Tall and skinny, gold and yellow stems
Standing in white sand
Aesthetically pleasing, and fire safe
The front of the altar is lined with silver foil
The priest swings a thurible and the
Sweet smell of incense
Fills the air
A cantor with a rich tenor voice
Sings to a bass drone
To quote Mr Minchin
The music is nice, but the lyrics are dodgy
People gathering
On a Sunday