
Christ Is More Than Life
Religion speaks in tongues.
Religious houses build to collide.
Under stars inside the galaxy;
We orbit the life forces within…
Pillars of towering gold whisper-
“Are we dreamers left behind?”
“When did the holy stars die?”
Painting glass with colorful stain
Visionary masters worshiping orbital spheres
Where reality is disguised by the phantoms
They sing glory to the kings of king’s kings…
Music echoes from horns of plenty
Their intricacies are delicately lain
Cathedrals worshiping eternal life
Hymnals sing:
Seasons change
Seasons change
Seasons change
“Christ is more than life…”
© Poetess Victoria L. McColley 2011