The Sunday Whirl Wordle #645
A prayer whispered in the aged vestry,
drifts across stained glass windows,
rising with the aromatic smudge blessed by a robed one conjuring hope.
Grateful for the seeds of love,
filled with wonder as beautiful
images emerge offering second chances behind jaded, tired eyes.
Mere hours remain waiting,
waiting within the crowded vestibule,
hand in hand the followers
await the preordained gloaming.
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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