Crystal Crosses Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Crystal crosses, silver goblets
Candles bright as amulets
Sparkle, glowing so much brighter
When the sun at evening sets

Altars grand in alabaster
Set the tone of faith reborn
Windows glow with ruby, cobalt
Linen robes but rarely worn

Vases tall and rich mahogany
Statues opulent with gold
Draw the crowds of weary people
Meekly kneeling, never bold

Vespers is a time of sadness
For the day is growing dim
Will the faith that lies in candles
Statues, windows let Him in?

Happy be to dwell in chapels
Carpets soft as fur and down
Happy that your head will never
Feel the sting of thorny crown

Crystal crosses are a symbol
So are hands in folded prayer
Memories of one brief moment
On a wood cross, body bare.

For the ransom has been tendered
Paid for you, all debt is done
Crystal, golden goblets falter
When He holds you, He's the One.