For Felicity Walker
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This morning, at the altar rail, I kneel
Beside a woman called Felicity
As delicate as china roses, frail
Much closer to the mystic veil than me
And as the priest approaches with the host
A ray of sun comes sudden from the east
Lord, let it shine on her, who needs it most
And waste it not on me, who needs it least
And so it comes, in blazing gold and white
Infusing her with glory as she prays
Behold, she is an angel full of light
Enfolded in the wonder of his ways
There at the altar with Felicity
I feel the sacred presence next to me
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© Gail Foster 14th May 2017