Mystic Rose Rose Poet Free verse

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!

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Yann Rolland August 22, 2025 at 5:17 PM so touching verses, little flames can make great fires blessings Mystic Rose Rose August 23, 2025 at 3:44 AM Yes little flames of love for God Yann, thanks for reading

sara Etgen-Baker August 22, 2025 at 4:52 PM I love this spiritual poem, especially the last two verses...'open arms sometimes he catches you...free falling, GRACE.' A perfect description. blessings and hugs, Sara Mystic Rose Rose August 23, 2025 at 3:44 AM I wrote this while sitting in church waiting for the service to start lol