(picture for kelly– I think I just need to play more!)

In the dark watches of the night

I dream and wander

the pediments

aged stone pulling gaze upward

rainbow hued cut glass spiral

touch of gold

I stumble on a rough stone stair

touched by long ago craftsman


the dirt on my shoe

and I wonder

is faith here

or there

in the grit and grime


the cut glass and gold

or is it a both/and?

(thinking of St.Peter’s in Rome, for LL’s Random Acts of Poetry at High Calling Blogs)

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  • May 18, 2010 at 12:43 pm

    Loved this question…

    “in the grit and grime


    the cut glass and gold”

    And, yay! You were able to join in. 🙂

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  • May 21, 2010 at 10:15 pm

    I love this repetition: “I dream and wander…I wonder…”

    I wonder too. Is faith here? One of my favorite memories from childhood–some think it morbid–is of an old cemetery we used to play in. I used to run my hands over engraved names and wonder much the same.

    Very lovely.


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