by Bryan Snyder

This sanctuary holds the peace of God
Not in its tinted windows or its art,
But pulsing in silent space.
Words so long hidden surface one by one
Pleading the presence of this place
To trace my prayer and find its living start
And wrap the answer round its naked heart.

Bryan is a Pennsylvania teacher who enjoys learning, spending time with students and family, and, of course, writing.

Photography by Kenneth Godoy

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