sunlight is sacred
the clouds are whispered
frozen crystal prayers
taking shape
as they climb heaven
and bloom scent
purer than incense
sky is stained glass
and the birds
cry alleluia
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Susan Daniels Poetry 
🙂 I’ll say that again. 🙂
😉 glad you liked it, and–no tithing!
lovely. your church is Divine!
I thought so–at least visited by, if not inhabited by divinity 🙂
All things bright and beautiful…..
Oh, I adore that hymn, and the James Herriott books, too…you just wrapped up 2 lovely metonyms for me in 1 phrase…thanks!
Absolutely beautiful! I love it.
Richard
Richard–thank you so much! It was definitely a religious experience!