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!