Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Still


Now and again, one sinewy sound,
Dodges decibels, fluttering rhythms,
Entangles.
Like a beloved face within a crowd,
Hearkened to - as a cathedral whisper.
A candle,
May pierce the deepening darkness,
A plumb-line to every frightful heart.
Evangel,
In a flicker, in a whisper, in a breath.
Sound, light, water, bread and wine.
Be,
Still.


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