Rays of clouds, falling down, raking the skies <br />around St. Frances Xavier's steeple. <br /> <br />Gray and white, reflecting sorrow, settling peace <br />within, saving it for the morrow. <br /> <br />A Golden Cross atop the dome, filtering love down <br />to earth.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-cross/
