Pagosa Springs Artists

Afternoon Chapel Glow

 

Rays of sun
beam warmly bright,
sift through gabled window light.

Light through stained glass
livens tints, alights the saints
and their deeds live again.

Focused sunbeams
array the floor, splay
prismal colors playing there.

Spirit-hues chant Holy, holy,
sing their chorus sweet and lowly,
incensing, sending my prayers aloft.

An earthen vessel,
this day I am clay--
with color and light by the Potter molded.

 

first published in St. Anthony’s Messenger

also published in PICTURE HEALING Chapbook

©2004 Bonnie Manion

   

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