Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Holy Glow of Prayers

(Photo by Dan Felstead of Wood and Pixels Narratives)


Sadness seeps into all the walls
Settling into creaks and crevices
Only to be freshly illuminated
By the holy glow of prayers

What wonder awaits us after death
Will we cease to exist
Or will heaven greet with open arms
To cuddle us close and deep

Sitting in the atmosphere
Of prophets young and old
Do you hear my whispered prayers
As the candles begin to glow


1 comment:

Jeanie said...

Bobbi, this poem touches me in so many deeply personal, meaningful ways. It's beautiful (as is the photo.)