By twinkle
Date: 2002 Nov 22
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loved

like your face,
the chapel is white and windswept.
gold windows and sunflecked walls create space
within
a pleasant heat descends as the

sweetness of a warmer afternoon traces out my prayers
(among many lifted in the smallness here
among many falling on their knees with
sand prayers
poured out)

the sky breeze wanders in the
open panes
it tangos through the soft empty pews

to be found in a place of lifted pain;
to be known in a way so very close
to be loved so very deep.
this is your face.