11.27.2019

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Sunlight seeps through shards of blood
red glass, blue, orange, green, dizzying
in showered kaleidoscopes of grace.
Rainbows transfiguring
sleepy motes of dust into dandelion
tufts, slight angels dancing on the air.
Crowded panels preaching in light,
irradiating this Story of Love.
A lone heart listening in the loud
silence with the restless, attentive bones.
All of us waiting for the surprising, expected bells,
and the promised wind of fire.

--written sitting in a small country church in England

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