a dark, dark light

 

in a language without words 

colors form in shades of gray

unable to be heard – 

yet sing and dance and play

and speak aloud through tortured hand 

casting shadows out upon the land

a dark, dark light so bold, so grand 

gives comfort to those who understand

 

a sacred calvary for each 

who come to learn then leave to teach

transcending all who seek to pay 

homage to the holy clay

tragedy on an epic scale 

played on an altar behind a veil

in vaulted galley dimly void 

a dark, dark light gives strength to joy

 

a flock, that seeks the master’s pall 

on canvas framed by chapel wall

wait patiently to read the scrolls 

a balm to soothe distressed souls

to lift the spirit in a calming way 

a healing truth that breaks the chain

a dark, dark light that shines each day 

to bathe away the fear and pain 

 

they enter with thoughts unchecked 

and exit with newfound respect

a new religion undefined 

accepts all who enter, leaves none behind

the stillness of that chapel room 

protects all that is holy within its womb  

all are equal within this space 

to absorb and cherish that special place

 

to bathe again in that dark, dark light

refresh the soul, shut out the night