The Beauty in the Art by Heather Westra
The gold leafed pages open wide,
Are seen from every pew,
Sparkling with shaded pride,
Attract from every view.
Rays of light through coloured glass
Do warm the leather bind,
Amidst the candles lit for Mass
Enlightening the mind.
The people climb the marble stair
To see the detailed script,
And capture photos of its flair:
Its mysteries encrypt’.
The kneeler lowers at his feet,
He leans his long white cane,
A book once left upon the seat
Now lifted up again
A pair of withered, folded hands
Await the crowds depart’,
And only then, he understands
The beauty in the art.
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