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September's End

 Sharing this weekend with The Sunday Muse, #229. 



Why do you think the chapel is empty?
All the deer passed through and pulled the leaves
from the windows, glass and gold and leading. 
Follow them if you want shade
Stay if you want to cleanse the self in this light,
a remaining fall of dust and sun and sulfur.
Remain in this cell of honey and umber.
c. sandlin, 2022








Comments

  1. Gillena CoxSeptember 25, 2022 at 6:45 AM

    Luv that you challenge us to ponder with your opening Line.
    Happy Sunda Chrissa. Thanks for dropping by my blog today

    Much💛love

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  2. HelenSeptember 25, 2022 at 10:56 AM

    I choose to remain in this place of beauty ..... a lovely poem, Chrissa.

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  3. Marion HortonSeptember 25, 2022 at 11:35 AM

    To stay or to leave - you leave us an enticing choice.

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  4. Carrie BurttSeptember 25, 2022 at 2:34 PM

    Oh. Chrissa this is absolutely gorgeous!! I love the invitation to make such a lovely choice!

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  5. JimSeptember 25, 2022 at 3:39 PM

    The cleansing light in the Chapel calls, nicely told, Chrissa.
    ..

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  6. TruedessaSeptember 25, 2022 at 4:29 PM

    Why do you think the chapel is empty? That hits the reader immediately wondering why? If only light could cleanse this world of all the madness.

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  7. DoraSeptember 26, 2022 at 10:02 AM

    That opening question doesn't let go of the reader, even past the last line. You give the challenge and the choice with such directness, it's inescapable, and inviting at the same time. Yeah, I'll choose the chapel.

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  8. purplepeninportland.comSeptember 30, 2022 at 5:02 PM

    You caught me at that first line. Love "this cell of honey and umber".

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