(For Fr. Mick and the Mundingburra Presbytery)
Through the window
crossed in the shape of gold,
echoed by dull lead,
surrounded by white,
reflecting the light
with wings of red
and crown of blue;
a purple vision basking
under halo of leaves of green,
sunlit by a silver cascade of water,
silently the rivulets drop to the ground,
like exquisite jewels acknowledging Creation.
The flowered hue of purple
lifts and droops its head
to the rhythm of the marching water.
The sun refracts amongst the acquiescence;
Earth rejoices of a presence.
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