When skies spin cotton candy clouds (that sticky filament of faith) our eyes are drawn to Turin’s shrouds where, light released as holy wraith descends to us through feeble gaps – we can’t quite penetrate the haze; earthly eyes are weak, perhaps we need to see with heaven’s gaze.

When skies spin cotton candy clouds
(that sticky filament of faith)
our eyes are drawn to Turin’s shrouds
where, light released as holy wraith
descends to us through feeble gaps –
we can’t quite penetrate the haze;
earthly eyes are weak, perhaps
we need to see with heaven’s gaze.
What are your thoughts?