You In-spire

You In-spire

My eye jumps from roof to roof
As it sweeps the town 
Laid out in its sunset glory
Collecting the last light of the day
In a bowl of a valley
And comes to rest on the church spire
Glowing gold in the fading light

And when my mind’s eye
Jumps the many roofs
Of many thoughts
Collecting soot instead of light
Smearing itself in dirt
And collects the debris of waywardness

And by much cleaning , when I turned my vision
To the church of my heart, Your home
It’s spiraling spire , glowing gold
Inspiration spires up
As Your gift , Your calling card

—shubha