From atop the altar, a humming sound,
the sweet scent of imminent grace,
morning light imbues stained glass
with timeless palpitation, what is old
is new once, ancient olive wood
balustrades provide steady ascent.
What’s that hovering o’er the assembled?
My soul resonates with the dissonant voicing
of the towering pipe-organ.
Chant, all you chanters.
Mais oui, absolument, chanté!
The good news is that
good news is
Truth.
From here atop the land-mound
I sing to the sun gods,
I reflect light back
To The Others on the land-mounds
Below Me, and They to Those
Below Them and on
We are One upon rich green rope,
buttery young olives.
© Chagall ∞
Alphabet City 
Poem is evocative – I like very much! Especially those last two lines.
Thank you, Betty. I enjoyed watching this one hit the page. —CC
This is beautiful and enigmatic to me. Was this inspired by a visit to a French cathedral or perhaps a French countryside at dusk? What does the title mean? I just love the free-standing stanza about the good news. It just makes my heart sing.
Than you so much. Inspired by a beautiful slant of light. The title is Extra Virgin Oil. As Alan Watts said, the good news is that you are It. Peace & Love. —CC