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Sanctuary
by Julie AdamsThe iron door, heavy
With the weight of the world,
Gingerly coaxes me in, as incense
Curles by,
Out into the darkness
The pinnacle beams
Lure the eye to the Heavens,
Like angels, their arms embrace
And shelter
Gently I glide deeper into this sanctuary
Slip into the curve of a mahogany pew,
The wooden rib of man,
I imagine
Kneeling, I open myself
My crumbling temple, my aching soul,
To those breathing archways
Billowing above
Like cosmic stars,
Prayer candles flicker hope
Into the corner of my eye,
Into the depths of night,
Each flame swallows heavy sighs, burdens
Of the weary world
My eyes close, intently, slowly
Warm hues glow against my eyelids, a kaleidescope
Of emotions, my heart is filled;
A mosaic of stained glass
I quiet the noise of my mind, all
but the knowing voice within, that calls, that calms,
I listen, breathe deeply...
At peace in Him, and Him in me,
01/19/2008 Author's Note: Inspired by St. Patrick's Cathedral, NYC...this piece is one I have been working on for a while, finally at a place where I can share it, but I can't promise there won't be edits ;) (can I ever?)
Posted on 01/19/2008
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joe Cramer on 01/21/08 at 06:01 PM An outstanding write... I love it... such wonderful imagery..... |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/26/08 at 05:41 PM One of the best spiritual poems I've read (apart from my own hehe) in a long time. This is excellent poetry that captures so much white energy in its own spirit and resulting message, this fellow mortal cannot help but feel reasuurance too in its sactuary. |
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