Through open doors there comes a light
watercolor glass transferred on wooden floors,
an empty vessel once filled with life
now shrouded in peace
In Mary’s chapel the ghosts walk here
on worn boards and benches
the haunting memory of hymns sung
and beside the wall beyond the house
a cemetery lies in dappled filtered light
where souls who lived a hundred years gone
now rest beside the bay
and the names remembered in shells and stone
wait for nothing here but a visitor
and we walk on white paths that lead to her place
so long ago but still here it seems,
with quiet grace she sits beside
waiting in her shadows of a dove of peace
and flowers that sway in the ocean breeze.
Yesterday was spent at Historic Spanish Point in Osprey Florida and this stained glass window was the only image I took of the entire grounds, a lot of history but here in this quiet little church where the light shone quietly as if waiting for a prayer, I stopped to take the photo to remember this Mary’s chapel, named for Mary Sherrill, a young wonam who had been brought to Florida for the warmth and healing of her malady and died while here. I found it a lovely place of peace. Hope you enjoy.
Peace and love on a fine Sunday morning.