A dove descends, and children’s hymns

from darkened, pointed arches grace

the silver wings; daylight dims,

time transfigured turns into space

where crystal red fires every face

with the colour of salvation.

Sacred blood is drunk; souls embrace

the mystery of redemption.

  • Author: davmor73 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 27th, 2024 15:08
  • Category: Unclassified
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