Private Reverance
Chill
silence
of winter
Sunday morning;
church bells disturb the
translucent stained-glass calm.
Hush!
Be still.
Silent breath,
deny the noise;
strident man-made sound.
My reverence held within.
Copyright © Ginna Wilkerson | Year Posted 2007
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