In Church of the dwelling
An insight to gaze
The light of reflection
In so many ways
Through the stained glass
On bright and gray days
A humble gift shared
On altar it lays
Of gold tabernacle
On candlesticks, blaze
Of instruments, holy
Of crucifix praise
To stir deep our prayer
Your insight, amaze
The reflection of soul
Of Your light, always
DarylMadden 
Last night I held Exposition and Benediction. I was alone in the Church for an hour before only one parishoner came to join at Benediction. But the light low in the sky came through the Narthex, On the leg of the granite Altar, the image of Jesus looking at me. It was the stain glass from the front being projected onto the Altar. You see, I was never alone anyway. Ever. Happy Holy Thursday.
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Never Alone
In the week that’s Holy
A blessing to prepare
As the sun was setting
A sacred time here
Alone in the church
Only one person there
A great Exposition
Offered with prayer
From the Narthex
Through stained glass, appeared
On the leg of the altar
A vision was shared
An image of Jesus
A miracle, shone
That spoke, my beloved
You are never alone
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Wonderful, Daryl!
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Daryl, this poem takes me to a former church from my time in Montana. The intimacy felt with God was genuine.
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