Chapel Visit

Light through windows tall and wide

Ignites the surfaces inside.

Wood and brass and fibers gleam

As I am lost in mystic dreams.

Echoes from the creaks and cracks,

I sit a few rows from the back.

My eyes are closed so I can see

What’s offered by Divinity.

Words are neatly tucked away,

And thought’s suspended as I pray.

The One who is cannot be known

Except by still, sweet Love, alone.

Thanks for Reading! Be Blessed!

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