Prayer
the light in the sanctuary is dim
blues and shadows play
as the flickering votives are lit
alone without distractions
I call out to the Holy
echoes and light
splinter around the cross
wheels and wings in the air
as the world around
molders in want and need
you alone remain in the end
word that punctuates silence
Pamela Olson, 4/25/08
This poem was written using
the Friday Five prompt from Poefusion.
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