Seeing

In quiet reverence I step

into the light,

my church,

my peace

My favorite pew

curves gently under

my tired body, its

rhythm sways

me into quiet mediatation

as my skin drinks in

evening’s soft light.

Old sun teases-

a playful game of

hide-n-seek.

I peek through

half closed eyelids

as he winks.

The congregation gathers

quietly round me…

The choir sways to

the melody of the wind

whistling through the trees,

fuschia robes fluttering

against an azure sky….

such greatness,

beauty and wonder

to behold.

I am moved

to be near such majesty,

compelled to find the

tiny miracles that

together make the whole.

Existence not a mere

contradiction of dark

and light, beauty or beast.

She is a symphony of color,

form, movement, sound-

the truth astounds!

It washes over me as a baptism,

salvation waiting at day’s end,

the truth found in a single drop-

heaven’s…