Spangled #MondayBlogs

Sunlight refracted


Light and shadow


Cast over me

Through early years

My memories


Soft footfalls and air perfumed

From a censer

Five times each Sunday

A belly full of butterflies

And a steady voice

Standing to the front

In song

Oh, so much better:

To be robed

And hidden away

At a loftier height

Where my voice can soar

Beneath those windows

And the jewels

They cast upon the floors below

As I stand

At my vantage point

Present and transported

In one breath ~ Caroline A. Slee

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