the sweetness of light
shining on glass
as in silent domes
and ancient monasteries
the jingling stillness of voiceless prayers
vibrating in the light
these memories inhabit the air
that I breathe
our wor1d
cosmic as the unexplored regions of space
whirling with music
in silence whirling
into dust
and flames
and dust again
utters and re-utters
Thy Name O Lord
barbara briggs 