San Pedro
Oaxaca
A single sunbeam descends.
Sharp blade of a heliocentric sword,
it shatters the chapel’s dark.
Fragmented light
stains me with glazed colors.
A pallid lily truncated
in the dawn’s pearly light,
Peter, the young widower,
kneels in prayer.
His head wears a halo.
His pilgrim palm
presses into the granite
forcing warming fingers
into a cradle of cold stone.
His flesh clings to
the statue’s marble hand.
A mingled maze:
marble and human veins.
Peter > petrus > piedra >
this church now a rock.
rogermoorepoet 
This is a good one. Yes the metaphor at the end ties things together and I love your work around stained glass. The thing is, everything works together to pull the images into a tight, visual message. Very good. Chuck
On Fri., Feb. 26, 2021, 2:13 a.m. rogermoorepoet, wrote:
> rogermoorepoet posted: ” Looking back at my old photos from Oaxaca I am > amazed at the contrasts between sun and shade, light and dark. I will never > forget that ultimate glory: a sunbeam through a stained glass window, > casting fragmented light. San PedroOaxaca A single su” >
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Thanks, Chuck. Lots of little things happening chez nous, and some big ones. Secrets everywhere.
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