This holy place to stand and help me rise
Where I may pause and let my eyes go free,
Where I may wonder how this Earth and skies
Could be presented graciously to me,
Where I may question what it means to be,
Where sound turns sacred with or without rhyme–
Play that song for me another time.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Amaya is hosting with the theme “holy place”. The poem’s form is a Chaucerian stanza.
Photo: “A Sunset Somewhere”