The Dizzy Tragic of Morning Light
The dizzy tragic of morning light
through stained glass windows
in the westwork that spans
the distance between towers;
a cathedral that (I am positive)
appeared in my 6th grade
Social Studies book.
Dear Holy nave of spine,
Fertility of imagination,
Deliver the architecture
set for me in bone and spires,
brain and heart.
When you suffer early art,
you pray for more.
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my early morning amy,
i’ll have a little
imagination with my coffee
When you suffer early art,
you pray for more.
Smart ending.
I love (and relate to) your prayer.
Insightful and pleasurable!