Beneath this dome,
we make our home,
illumined by Your light
that streams in through
the windows two
by two, enabling sight.
It's not that this
one edifice
is where You solely dwell,
but it reminds
that where God finds
us is our citadel.
The dome above,
is symbol of
Your ever watchful care.
You shield and feed
each in our need
and hear our every prayer.
Copyright ©2019, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons
BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.
This poem is from a Visio Divina exercise in our Sunday School class at The Woodlands United Methodist Church. The leader, Peggy Renfroe, brought in some pictures and invited us to look at one of them - or at anything at all - and try to see as God sees, then contemplate what that means to us, and write about that. I happened to be staring out the window and saw the cupola on top of the main building.
A quick web search will let you see what that structure looks like. One of the better pictures is here:https://djonesphoto.typepad.com/djp_studio_news/images/2008/08/01/greer018.jpg
A quick web search will let you see what that structure looks like. One of the better pictures is here:https://djonesphoto.typepad.com/djp_studio_news/images/2008/08/01/greer018.jpg
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