I · THE NAVE
Columns of glass
hold nothing
but the weight of color itself.
Each rib is a rainbow that chose a posture of prayer.
II · DISPERSION
White light enters
as one voice
and leaves as a choir —
seven notes the prism could not keep to itself.
III · THE ROSE
Sacred geometry
is mathematics
that learned to kneel.
Twelve petals, one center, no beginning.
IV · SILENCE
Stay as long
as you like
The light is patient. It has been travelling
for eight minutes just to be here.