Golden Cross
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Rays of clouds, falling down, raking the skies
around St. Frances Xavier's steeple.
Gray and white, reflecting sorrow, settling peace
within, saving it for the morrow.
A Golden Cross atop the dome, filtering love down
to earth.
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