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A Darkened Sanctuary

A Darkened Sanctuary

 

I was gently walking barefoot on a stone slabbed floor

my feet neither cold nor unwelcomed

The darkness was profound 

but shadows cleared a path urging me forward

I felt drawn, dressed in a long shapeless robe

Onward to a point where I could discern

two rays of blue tinged light which met

on some distant object

There I could determine a shape

a tabernacle draped in cloth of gold

surmounted by a golden cross

The closer I came the more clearly I saw

as all else disappeared from view

consumed in an outer blackness, out of sight

I stood before this venerated dome

filled with awe I knelt in voluntary obeisance

to that which had summoned me there

◄ A Transitory World

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