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
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Gary Edward Geraci (
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A fine meditative write Gary.
What a nice write Gary. The way you've strung the words together is refreshing.
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