A wander…


(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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