A New Vision

When dawn arrives,

my eyes are drawn,

to a familiar place.

My pace slows as I,

enter this sacred place

that feels like a home

All the seats are fulled,

even with the pure silence

everyone looks fulfilled,

scattered everywhere are violets

peeking at the altar below. 

Beings dresssed in gowns,

and the only sound is 

a flickering of a candle. 

The only sight to be seen,

is the shimmering of a cross

thats inbetween rays of light.