a silent church...an altarpiece...and finding her...

sitting at a church
one afternoon
back from work...
sitting on the wooden bench
one afternoon
under the canopy of a masterpiece of art...
altarpiece...painted on the ceiling
white
with nimble strokes of brush...
he felt cool...
the cool inside...
it was such overwhelming
as if it was like falling in love
with his favoured woman...
the woman whom he had loved the most
voiced...the most
yet so silent...
the woman for whom he died several...
and got born...
silently though...

that coolness of love dripped then
into his soul...
sitting in a church...
one afternoon
coming from work...

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