Beauty is in the aisle of the beholden

until you look. Up. Higher.

Where a crucifix was nailed

a bird has lit, wings still wide:

ready to witness, ready to soar.

Let’s drink the flowers

that grow around this gate.

Response to daily prompt aesthetic and visual meditation on ‘New York: the little church around the corner’, Dorethea Adelheid Dreir (courtesy Yale University Art Gallery)