we made
of love
this holy church –
wherein we breathe
with trust divine
as one beneath
the rafters –
my soul
with yours entwined
graces come
one Sunday eve –
to fill the hours
where we begin
a steeple raised
o sacred light –
our passions to defend
of ancients left
to guard the night
who shall reap
the best of us –
were heaven
but a moment here –
and all we know
of love

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