A poem: The Chapel

In the still of the morning

This is my chapel

The chapel

Where my thoughts

And prayers

Are focused on Him

Who blessed me with such 

Quiet and reverent beauty.

The organ pipes

Are the voices of birds.

The holy water for baptism

Dances as it trips and falls

In the cascades of the waterfall.

The breeze is the holy incense

Caressing me and enveloping me

In peace and reflectiveness.

It pushes the chimes

Creating a melodious sound

As if the choir was softly singing

The praises of The Creator.

My communion wine

Is Starbucks French Roast

Blessed by the prayers uplifted

And the thoughts that dwell

On The Most High.

I shall dwell in this chapel

And seek God as He takes

His morning walks.