Fingers tingling, I perceive the cold air

Has accompanied me inside, a clingy child

Drawn to my warmth and fearing the darkness.

Be not afraid, for there is a Light

That spans each and every horizon;

Nothing can escape its embrace.

I may occasionally lose my place and direction,

But never my footing. 

I stand on solid, ancient, Holy ground.

Bare feet cling to comfy dirt

Upon which hundreds have tread before,

And tiny pieces of mortal rock

Sprinkled by prisoners.

Lo and behold, my mind flew away

And settled itself in the lofty Heavens.

I glimpsed a stream of cartoon images

Meant to shield my eyes from True Glory.

Still I could see and sense throes of Angels.

I am flooded


in Peace

Canvas  by  andbamnan