The Sanctuary Poem by Luca Menin

Olive-wood carved door.
Was there as his eyes saw
overlaid with gold,
the cherubim sit on palm thrones.
The wind blows calm as the door slide,
opening like awake to eternal life.
Dark all around a peaceful dark rest before the light
A paint on the sanctuary wall
, the child sent by God
everything he sees is everything you will find
the future and the past
The light holds in his warm hands
reflect his eyes laughing at the flames
that forever will burn,
screaming at the sky.
Glory in the highest.