Church at Varengeville, against the Sunset – Claude Monet

no longer a memory,
but an ethereal gesture
or a heavenly breeze
and a wisp of a surreal exhale –
old and new,
beginning and ending –
permanently a part
of all things 
made new
from the blemished
and the famished
to lucidly pure
crystalline stone
through which
to see the face of
our Lord.

(c) 2014 rick stassi