Seeing
In quiet reverence I step
into the light,
my church,
my peace
My favorite pew
curves gently under
my tired body, its
rhythm sways
me into quiet meditation
as my skin drinks in
evening’s soft light.
Old sun teases-
a playful game of
hide-n-seek.
I peek through
half closed eyelids
as he winks.
The congregation gathers
quietly round me…
The choir sways to
the melody of the wind
whistling through the trees,
fuschia robes fluttering
against an azure sky….
such greatness,
beauty and wonder
to behold.
I am moved
to be near such majesty,
compelled to find the
tiny miracles that
together make the whole.
Existence not a mere
contradiction of dark
and light, beauty or beast.
She is a symphony of color,
form, movement, sound-
the truth astounds!
It washes over me as a baptism,
salvation waiting at day’s end,
the truth found in a single drop-
heaven’s tears shed for that
which is given in vain,
the suffering and pain,
sins gone with the
cooling rain.
All that we know,
all we can be,
from eternity-
a golden key
is always free
if only…
with a closer look
we truly see.
CherylKP copyright words and images
2018
I hope you enjoy this by my favorite ladies…Celtic Woman
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