presence of You

Monstrance Baroque

sweet subtle scent

of beeswax candles


the soft jingle of

Church bells ringing.

and You, Oh Lord,

raised up by angels,


Oh Glorious King!

enthroned with gold.

You are my King!

Oh Holy Lord!

in this quiet


where old women,

bow their veiled heads.

You are here!

Always near.

so quiet

Oh so still.

yet grown men

fall to their knees,

in adoration


in the mere

Presence of You.

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