a cathedral built
of live stone
climbs skyward
this is how I pray
in breath
consciously and always
spires stretching to joy
stained-glassed sun
stamping color
in light reliefs
on the floor
on my hands
across knees
this voice in choired
Gregorian chants
also climbs
also stretches
toward love
in active language
shapes this space
with faith, not dreaming
but awake
“This voice in choired
Georgian chants”
Brilliant.
Thanks, David. Really appreciate the feedback on this!
Amazing wordplay. I liked “stained-glassed sun” 🙂
Thanks much!
Well described…
Thanks, Nelle. This is what happens when you listen to Gregorian chanting in the morning to block out noise 😉
Hmm I am thinking this would be a good place for me to visit, good write
Thanks, Ian.
this reminds me John Bunyan’s quotation ~”When thou prayest, rather let thy heart be without words than thy words be without heart.”
John Bunyan
Lovely quote–thanks…
One word; Brilliant!
Celestine–thanking you so much! Blushing, too 😉