Light filters from morning sun

When life is yet still.

Just a while more to take a breath. The chapel sighs.

She waits now. For the rush of endless frantic crowds.

She yet shows glory in the bustle of it all

And lets dawning light flood in from the east

Calming and fertile. Green and hopeful.

And above she shines. Look up! Look up!

There it's white, shimmering and glowing and bright!

But night falls and dusk burns through

Sun sets with a passion and she glows with fiery red.

Night falls and the chapel sighs.