An Abandoned Church

Slender beams of moonlight enter this darkened chamber

I kneel

It is always cold

Always somber

I am frozen here waiting

Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as dust dances in the air

They form images in my mind

Penetrate my exposed soul

I see a reflection in an angel’s face.

I raise my head now embracing this hallowed salvation.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown 

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