Holy Is the Lamb
this is the hour resting on the basin
of a sacred chalice awakened by crowns of stars
peeping then, swelling blue yellow...
while duskfall filters the shape of a world
kneeling on wooden pews and candles;
the winds touching the valley that knows
this is the hour… when the homage of many
an outstretched arms surrender
to the blazing wisps of a godly dawn,
of late twilight's hour ...
for this is the hour, lightened by stroked peace
offering the vessel of divine light
along primeval rivers, and earthen clay:
shadow to light light to shadow reaching
the final call as on this the hour,
a scented air bestows chaste stillness…
until one last remembering
when the gentle lamb of holiness
circles through an arched moment ,
while kindness of eyes bows unto this hour.
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For Second Place Only ll Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo Re-posted 7/9/2016
Judged 10/5/2014
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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