"Reconciled"
The sun paints an intricate abstract
Behind the cloudy sky
I exit the church
With wine on my lips
And a tabula rasa on my soul.
I am enveloped
By champagne and rose rays.
All creation is cast in golden glow.
We are all pure,
Filled with Light
Not of this world,
Golden, gilded, holy.
I drive east, back into shadow,
A white horizon in the west.
Inside, I am white,
I am rose,
I am golden.
The flame inside me glows
In communion or alone.
I hold onto the Beauty
Through a darkening night.
Sinlessness and sunsets
Are fleeting reminders
Of what will be.
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