The Pulpit

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

In response to prompt –
Wordle 568 Hosted by BWarren 08/04/22 The Sunday Whirl

sparrows, vast, stillness, hope, face, silent, check, pulpit, lack, whisper, kiss, map

She stood at the pulpit, crystalline tears running down her cheeks.
Across the vast universe, she saw
past the blinking stars dotting
the black morass of space.

Through mammatus clouds bubbling
beneath her feet, where they hung
suspended above All.
Sparrows flew below the damp cover landing on a bird feeder full of seed.

Raising her face to the brilliant sun,
hope whispered along her features.
Her lack of guile and pure innocence checked all who would judge her.
None could, silent stillness reigned.

Archangel Gabriel extended his hand,
retrieving the unearthly map
he had gifted her so many years ago.
He kissed her gently, enfolded her within his wings and flew her home.

7 Comments

  1. Sadje says:

    So moving Ami.

    Liked by 1 person

      1. Sadje says:

        Always my pleasure

        Liked by 1 person

  2. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Beautifully textured

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so very much Deb! 🙏

      Liked by 1 person

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