Photo Audio and Poem from Dan Windisch’s “Alpha Martin and Omega Steed” available on Amazon.
I saw her in prayer.
And, sensing, in an instant, that sacred light, and posture, and place,
I respectfully, and slowly, and quietly, raised my camera
to my eye, and gently pressed the shutter release,
allowing the light to reflect onto my camera’s sensors,
this mystical moment, of
Her and God’s beauty, blending, melding, meeting, co-mingling,
in prayer, in a moment, sacred.
The dazzling white light pouring through the three (Father, Son and
Holy Ghost) windows,
That brilliant light reflecting
on the altar, the tiled floor, her white Wimpled Coifed head cover.
That brilliant Light resting,
on Her shoulder
leaning slightly-to-the-left, bent-in-prayer.
That subtle light and shadow
on her puddled, circled robe,
on the floor,
like rings of a pond wave,
that holy light
gently touching the red and white tiled floor, and softly reflecting on
Those thoughtfully shaped, centuries old, columns,
upholding it all.
The tilt of her head
In contemplation and prayer.
The red lit candle on the altar.
That she is solitary, in prayer,
With her God.
The carefree, and gorgeous flow, and shape, of her headdress,
As it wanders from her head, to her neck, and down her back.
The flowing to the right
Of her white
How she kneels on that hard floor
Lost to everything, but God.
How in this moment,
She, I, God, that red candle, that light, that place, all of us,
in contemplation and communion.