Light flows in octaves, rising,
with blessed Grace
from heaven
and crescendos in the cathedrals
of our hearts,
in wooded glen
and fairy land,
in parking lot
and war zone
sun
of Love
with blessed Grace
from heaven
and crescendos in the cathedrals
of our hearts,
in wooded glen
and fairy land,
in parking lot
and war zone
sun
of Love