Mid-morning in the nave of my village church
Mid-morning in the nave of my village church
and the early March sun decides to suddenly
burst through the southern stained glass
projecting multi-coloured delight
into the wintered pores
of the well-trod
chancel stone:
cobalt
vermillion
emerald
gold
Judas' kiss dissolves before me
as pavement chalk in rain
the knotted whips
upon his Master’s back
are only beautiful now
the disciples’ slumber
Peter's rash and severing sword
all disloyalty
each and every betrayal
here transfigured
by the graceful fire
of a forgiving sun:
cobalt
vermillion
emerald
gold
Mid-morning in the nave of my village church
and the early March sun decides to suddenly
burst through the southern stained glass
projecting multi-coloured delight
into the wintered pores
of the well-trod
chancel stone:
cobalt
vermillion
emerald
gold
Judas' kiss dissolves before me
as pavement chalk in rain
the knotted whips
upon his Master’s back
are only beautiful now
the disciples’ slumber
Peter's rash and severing sword
all disloyalty
each and every betrayal
here transfigured
by the graceful fire
of a forgiving sun:
cobalt
vermillion
emerald
gold