Little Flames
Little flames
surrounded by brick
Christ on the cross
Silent Angels
waiting for the service
to begin
Wood, incense, dusty books,
filled with
ancient hymns
Kneeler creak, glass doors
sometimes ...
God arrives too late !
Whispers from heaven
open arms
sometimes he catches you
as you sit filled with despair
free falling,
GRACE!
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2025
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