A celebration of color.
Emits a meditative sense of calm.
A prism of light radiating hope.
I could sit in a quiet empty chapel…
Feel the window wash over me.
Let the intensity of the stained glass…
Uplift and enlighten my soul.
For The Sunday Muse #51
https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
Emits a meditative sense of calm.
A prism of light radiating hope.
I could sit in a quiet empty chapel…
Feel the window wash over me.
Let the intensity of the stained glass…
Uplift and enlighten my soul.
For The Sunday Muse #51
https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
"A prism of light radiating hope" this is so lovely Vicki, and i love the hope this poem lifts up! Gorgeous writing!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words Vicki and my sentiments are the same!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Regina.
DeleteLovely! In the absence of the cathedral, I'll enjoy the poem. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Chrissa.
DeleteLove every line, Vicki . . :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Eddie.
DeleteWhat a joyous poem!
ReplyDelete