fine beams
of gold
spun
with precision
delicately.
silver shines
in the walls and nave.
a slice of light
reaches out
across time,
sliver of renewal.
I catch my breath.
a spark is born.
an ache for truth
and futures brave.
Pink of Love, Blue of Peace.
all tribes welcome.
all hopes agreed.
Here are ancestors,
singing,
Harmony,
softly
quietly,
waiting,
full.
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