I went to pay homage at the living cathedral
bright blue sky adorned ceiling
pulse of the ocean hymns
rolling waves sermon
And spirits hovered over me
white-winged, golden-eyed
Crying in a tongue I could not speak
yet fully comprehended
I, the penitent
wayward soul
returning to hear once more
"Welcome home, child"
And I worshiped
© 2006 pac611
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