A beautiful glass house effortlessly presented
With its complex simplicity
So perfectly minimal.
A contradiction in texture
From soft granular sand
To a refined strength so desperately fragile.
Prayer.
Like happiness
So exhibitly significant.
I see into and out of The Glass Tabernacle
So apparently transparent.
Through the transparency
My vision is refracted
Your reflection is only my reflection
I don’t reach out quite far enough
My reflection doesn’t quite reach back to me.
I try and touch you but you are not there.
Just a strong fragile glass house
Protecting . . . a beautiful prism.
Reflecting and radiating Light.
Casting rainbows as promises.