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…
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Beautiful!
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Thank you so much. I’m honored to be reposted here. Have a safe and peaceful holiday weekend. 😊
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You are welcome!
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