The Hymns in my ears,
such a joyous song.
As if surrounded by angels,
with the freedom of love.
The incense, as smoke,
surrounds all of the saints.
With gold-crested halos, they watch over me.
The same freedom, same joy, same beauty,
I feel, when I look into a sunset,
at cloud, at the sky.
That same freedom, and wonder is held in a church.
A simple structure, beholding magnificent power.
I remember the incense, the smell, the clouds,
and the sun shining through a window,
in the alter.
I think of the people, I meet in this world,
and wonder how they would feel,
in the presence of God.