Our Lady of Antelope Canyon
by MFrostDelaney
     After the photograph by Bing Hua

The wind stands still so light can beam and lead
me to your mouth that whispers prayers not heard
until the Holy People open ears …

Oh great, Oh spirits … humble servant, small
am I … and so I ask that you allow
me come into this place … this holiness …

In my own world, the bliss above, I am
an icon, cushion clouds adorn my seat
and seraphim laud halleluiah psalms …

To you I bring my blue … the water … sky
diffused into my mantle after you
bequeathed them to the universe, the hush …

endowed into my heart from you … I come
before your lavender, your coral, cliffs
that meld to rock so strong … so delicate

a realm … I feel your greeting unto me …
your light beams send a spot for me … your zeal
to render me … Approach … I humbly kneel.



 

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