Advent Compline

The drapes were down.
“Gone to the cleaners, “ they said.
The monstrance, glistening,
its golden filigree piercing
the dark, stretching out
its rays: the Sun of Justice.
Aloft, high in the wall
between the choir –
and the night.

Looking up, I looked
out, seeing the stark
darkness behind Christ,
behind – or was it
outside of His light.
I bowed deeply and
looking up again I saw
Christ, His light, radiant,
encompassing, filling up
the emptiness of the black
darkness of the night –
The is-not became

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