Cold iron
Pull back
Step inside
(Yet another footstep in a history of echoes)
Columns rise, arch above
Might they aspire to reach
The very floor of heaven?
Dip down
Disturb the clear coolness, be the cause
Of a thousand tiny wrinkles
Moving in icy stillness
(Breath melts, fades, vanishes)
Opening up
The grey gives way
In the fading light
Scarlet reds
Peacock blues
Glow with vivid, vying hue
Unseen, unknown along the street
It is within, not without
Where the spirit sits
Where truth be found
Where the heart is known.
Wow M. That's awesome! I've never been in that church and you make me want to go! You are a waaay better poet than I am. So to make up for this lacking, Pancakes??
ReplyDeleteTiny, we'll have our choir concerts in this church so it will be hard to avoid entering it :-)!
ReplyDeleteYou made me cry, M!
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P.S. Maybe you should submit this to your Religion/Musicology/Whateverism prof for extra marks? :-)