WHITEHoly Rosary
Chapel
Early morning bright
Knelt before
The Tabernacle
Veiled in silky white
Then I sat
Before the cross
Clasping Rosary tight
Prayed before the crucifix
Alabaster
White
Altar with the
Angel statues
Keeping Him in sight
On either side
They kneel, adore
In purity of white
Spread upon
The altar
A linen woven quite
Hoping maybe
Just this once
A tinge to stain its white
Then I stand
As priest walks in
The Blessed Mother’s knight
On his back
A golden cross
Stamped on vestment white
The yellow flame
Atop the wax
Twinkle just so slight
Looking like
A sparkling crown
Above the candles white
And through the clear
Window panes
A ray from sunny light
The outside tries
To enter in
Through glass that’s framed in white
Outside there’s
A stony wall
Projecting all its might
Would like to march
Before our Lord
But guards in its dress white
Then the whites
Begin to quiver
Paled by shadowy Ghost
A bell, held breath
A silent shiver –
Whites blaze ‘fore Blood-Flesh Host!

