A Little Light

How many times
Have I turned 
This way before,
Shuffled 
On the dusty floor,
Heard the echo
Of my footfall,
Stumbled by
The frescoed
Stations of the cross?

It's dark here
As it ever was.

Till the glasswork
Of Chagall,
Through colour,
Changed my face
And showered
Sunlight 
All about the place.

JL May 3rd. 11:06