The chimes from the gray stone church Proclaimed the Sabbath morning; Inside was a reverent, wordless peace; The sun sprayed golden rays Across the organ pipes, Infusing a warm light into stained panes. Tender, throbbing music filled the chapel; Into the stillness came a pause, a prayer. It would have been complete Had you been there. Your chair was empty, Yet I saw your face etched With beauty's own consecration; I heard your voice praising God and His infinite love -- Though you were not there, Your presence came the hour to share. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GUNS AS KEYS: AND THE GREAT GATE SWINGS by AMY LOWELL |