Afternoon Vigil

trees point

            cathedral walls

to a sky

intangible

            fingers stretched

overcome by birds

chirping alleluias

            wordless doxologies

candles lit

            afternoon vigil

by sunlight ethereal

enthralled by

dancing atoms

only a

creator’s eyes

can see

Grace And Beauty Intertwined

In these fleeting hours I chase the sun

Both for heat and light

Before the rosy sheets are pulled for night

The light is flickering across my pages faster than I can read them

So I make my way to a tree where the last covering is the bed of the horizon

A couple is chatting across the way

His neon green sweatshirt offsetting the fresh grass

I whisper a prayer to the wind as it moves my hair

Back and forth

Back and forth

Back and forth

Until its sound is synonymous with the surrounding grass

I turn the page as the last lash of light whips through the horizon and disappears