the open door

   
Dimness in the church  
light filtered windows  
windows filtered light  
blues and red golden  
golden red and blue  
heavy dimness cool  
cool and heavy eyes  
to stare beyond  
beyond the beyond  
I cannot see  
the dimness of the church  
martyrs saints swords  
their cruciforms  
heavy dimness cool  
yellow light of candles  
melting the gloom  
shaking shadows in  
the breeze that through  
the heavy door and latch  
speaking of sun and hail  
wakes the martyrs as  
saints lie down their swords  
to rust and corruption  
the light of yellow candles  
pools of wax flowing  
escaping the flame  
stains the heavy stone  
to soak deep indelible  
as waking martyrs  
to sleep no more  
shield their eyes  
and disbelieve  
blues and reds and golden  
filtered light stained  
by leaden glazing  
butterflies flutter  
lost in the distorted light  
of the glaziers ancient skill  
banning sun as children play  
bronzed and glowing in  
the breeze that enters  
through the open door.