Around 4 o’clock

The sunlight slants just right

Through the stained glass

And paints a canvas of color

Across the altar

I sit in the empty pew

To watch in wonder

Not a miracle

Only the earth as it turns

Away to greet the darkness

I watch the brilliant blue

The red dilutes to pink

The gold coins of light

Scatter on the carpet

And light the ruby candle glass

As the eternal flame within

I sit in the empty pew

Alone in the church

Contemplating

The many colors

If each hue had a voice

The sound of them would rise

To heaven and the angels

Would weep for joy

 

 

By Diane E. Dockum

©April 29, 2017