Touching the Walls
Of this holy place
Letting the pillar
Take my weight
The stained glass story
Takes my meditation
Through the window
To the incarnation
I still find this
A mystery apart
How guttering candles
Can pierce my heart
How smoking trails
And drifting scent
Capture the moment
Of a past event.
Signifying in the present tense
The essence of a sacrament.
JL Jan 5 noon
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