Guiding Light

The warm reflection I see 

while kneeling in the back 

of the church is light reflecting 

and cascading 

over rows of perfectly 

leveled wood pews, perfectly 

seated seating; the pew tops, 

a long runway for soft light,

comforting light, 

drawing light,

relinquishing light. 

Incandescent filaments

filling the space

with sacramental grace,

a sacred space,  

and it makes its way back to me; 

light on wood, it penetrates 

and cuts to my soul 

filling it: 

comfort and consolation, 

inspiration, child like inspiration; 

exactly the place where I need to be.

Gary Edward Geraci