I was away for some days. While I had good intentions of posting while away, I didn’t. We all know what road is paved with them.

I believe today’s poem was written after my husband and I visited the Washington Cathedral in our country’s capital city.

 

CATHEDRAL MEDITATION

Stillness in shadow,

hints of purple glow;

Solid granite grey

holds, anchors spirit;

Lines flow parallel skyward,

tracks for hope;

Glossy soft light beams

from worn path in stone;

Solo sounds caress reds,

blues of sky tones,

Smooth melody accompanies

thoughts to questions;

Single notes embrace

sketchy creed, as

Fragile faith is nourished

in chapel solitude.

Richard E. Lake

 

 

The lens of my soul catches the
brilliance of your
wide-eyed smile;

The film of my heart records an
inviting embrace, a
searching touch.

The lens of my soul watches the
iced-mink slenderness
of your happy walk.

The film of my heart captures the
mutual magic of
discovered fondness.

The lens of my souls senses the
warm cuddles of
your zest for living;

The film of my heart translates the
passion, the excitement
into shared dreams.
Richard E. Lake
14 September 1982