I can feel the dead cold
from the silent stone flags
beneath my feet,
it travels through my boots
and straight to my soul.
I raise my head
from a moment of contemplation,
and gaze upon a crucified Christ
with pity in his eyes,
a candle and a prayer
that's what i was taught,
its all i have to give.
receive my gift
my light,
let it warm my heart
before these silent stone flags
awake to wave good bye.
©spor
