The warm reflection I see
while kneeling in the back
of the church is light reflecting
and cascading
over rows of perfectly
leveled wood pews, perfectly
seated seating; the pew tops,
a long runway for soft light,
comforting light,
drawing light,
relinquishing light.
Incandescent filaments
filling the space
with sacramental grace,
a sacred space,
and it makes its way back to me;
light on wood, it penetrates
and cuts to my soul
filling it:
comfort and consolation,
inspiration, child like inspiration;
exactly the place where I need to be.
Gary Edward Geraci