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.