The deafening silence held within these walls
found a small trickle of a voice,
when the rays of light peered out
from behind the slow moving clouds,
finding their way from the horizon
to the panes of the glass filled space.

Struggling to flutter and be heard,
sunbeam’s wordless message ceased time.
Mutterings of the past hold you within its palm
reassuring you that unrolled on this day
is a voice filled future that waits to release
a song of immersed beauty and radiance.