by Peter Lilly

In your most holy chapel
	
	The stained windows green 
	the sun’s glow with 
	a translucent life,
	the opaque veins of leaves
	score, in lead outlines,
	the third day of Eden. 

	The pillars are knotted
	with the wisdom of pushing 
	through the earth, and 
	withstanding the elements.
	They are growing, still, and
	the fingers of their foundations
	are intertwining in your dark clay.

	The altar is an ancient stump
	of the first hewn pillar
	felled for to fashion a rood of old,
	felted with a soft moss and,
	from the unnumbered rings that count
	back to the first turning season,
	shoots of living emerald protrude
	seeming naked as the folded young
	leaves are still damp with
	the life of their grafted stem.

	The table is already set,
	the sacrifice is all ready…

Peter Lilly is a British Poet who grew up in Gloucester before spending eight years in London studying theology and working with the homeless. He now lives in the South of France with his wife and son, where he concentrates on writing, teaching English, and community building. His recent and forth coming publications include Calla Press, Dreich, Wine Cellar Press, Green Ink Poetry, Macrina, The Minison Project, and Paddler Press. His debut Collection ‘An Array of Vapour’ is forthcoming with TSL publications.

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