Thursday, February 18, 2010

:: Wednesday's commute ::

A gilded latticework of trees awoke and hasty-
dressed in morning sheltered rooms.

Then as the twilight crept across earth's floor,
It swung a weighty door, the new day -- wide. 

Glimpsing new-brassed branches hung with snow
-- slight arms as bright as chandeliers --

I -- the cold-budged-unexpected guest
In awe--this holy domicile exposed, counted
among a blessed number there rose up to see them
- God's house all ceiling-less and filled with cheer,
and gentle prayers uplifted to our host.

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