Wash Over

Sound wash over me; notes
wash over me; hold me
in your sway, your soothing, your
‘breathe with me, be at ease 
here, at ease here…’
Enfold me, light within
the notes, the sound,
bathing me, taking in my tears,
giving them voice, a brilliant transparency
adding story to the stained glass and
a hovering in the roof peak whisper of heart
that is imagined into prayer by the next soul
who sits in this sanctuary in want
of a place to feel, to know,
the holy welcome of home.

Kimberly M. King