First Sunday in July.

Here again 
The memory 
The darkened chancel,
Rise above the stones
Within the candle smoke 
A lightness  of being
Caught within the chaliced palms
Beyond the mystery
Into the heart of light,
Along the coloured shafts
From saintly scenes 
Dancing dust motes
Call us to infinity
And another life.

JL July 1st 12:04