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(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
faithful
the dirt on my shoe
and I wonder
is faith here
or there
in the grit and grime
or
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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good one
i just saw the promp this morning.
i think i need to play more too…more playfulness!
Loved this question…
“in the grit and grime
or
the cut glass and gold”
And, yay! You were able to join in. 🙂
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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.
Tell me what's on your heart~