NaPoWriMo
Lady Cathy Gritter took me into her church
near her garden door that led only outward.
It had nine panes of stained glass
that guarded the treasures within the hall.
On the pristine white shelves
is where she stored centuries of art,
a sacramental archive of holiness.
I’d enter her church through the side door
withering looks from her husband William
glared resentment at my childish intrusion
I scooted sinfully through to gaze with adoration
at the hallowed scriptures
blessed gospels of
van Gogh, Picasso, de Vinci, Kahlo
offering sermons of:
Sunflowers, Girl Before a Mirror, Mona Lisa, and Weeping Coconuts.
I was allowed to peer into the eyes of holy angels
upon my confessional return of each holy grail.
NaPoWriMo
Mare Martell 
Visual and pretty. A very well written piece. Going back for another read…
I had to correct the name I had posted with originally because I mis-remembered her name. It’s correct now.
This is a feast of imagery and symbolism. This line, in particular, made me sigh with delight: “a sacramental archive of holiness.” You can see and feel the speaker’s awe, and her emotions are contagious.
Beautiful imagery, books can indeed take us to new worlds of art. Through books we can transcend time and travel the world through whole centuries of history.
It was the Gritters.
“Love as God loves and live as Jesus lived” Rev. Tim TenClay
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Nice Imagery.
I so love this!
Viewing beautiful art can be a very religious experience!
I was ten when I started going to her house to retrieve the art books. She’d also share her National Geographic Magazines with me when she was done reading them. I was transported each time she took me around the world via books.