dark hot mulled redness
in wave after wave washes
this holy space
like Hans Leo's cadences
voices intertwining in glassy outpouring
like Sue’s phrases
wonderment at mystery and mercy
like Arvo’s constant C magnifying
tremendous crescendo bells clanging
like Don’s languid lilt
blooming rose sounding and resounding
like Jesse’s total tonal landscape
of love and breath
like Mary’s starlit tears of yes
welling up again and again
this holy space
in wave after wave washes
dark hot mulled redness
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