Light
shines
tinted,
prismatic,
illuminating
crumbling walls of stone and hollows
worn by eons of faithful feet shuffling to worship,
upon whose heads, madonna blue,
this same light once shone
as they prayed
deus
save
us

Light
shines
richly,
transforming
ancient dusty oak,
burnished by centuries of serge
moving restlessly, as fingers tell the prayer beads,
reflected in the candlelight
seen through rain-blurred glass
as they pray
deus
save
us

Moon
shine
flickers
silver blue,
blending light within
coils of aromatic incense
which ascend to meet faint echoes of the Angelus,
as wraithlike choristers advance
altarwards, chanting
as they pray
deus
save
us