Sunlight shining through the scarlet leaves
He says my church is built with such as these
Glass can never be so richly bright
Tense with blood of pigment and with light
Crossing arches bending overhead
By creatures I have winged inhabited
I am the life of everything you see
Builder of the church of living trees
One thing only missing from the rest
A tabernacle set within each breast
And so a building of my own I build
A house within that my own flesh has filled
But when each soul is splendid as a tree
A sanctuary every soul will be

Pavel
November 1, 2007