A Visit with St. John of San Francisco

A Visit with St. John of San Francisco, a photo by []Aaroneous Monk[] on Flickr.

The melodic drone of chant
fills the immense church as
darkly translucent icons sway
in the flickering candle light.
To one side sits a glass-topped box
under a carved wooden canopy.
St. John is sleeping there,
more awake than awake.
His dry and boney hands
lay crossed over his midriff.
A bishop's crown is on his head.
A cloth covers his face,
not out of fear,
but as a function of mystery.
His experience transcends the flesh,
no longer limited to five senses,
no longer bound by space or time.
He hears prayers
whispered in earnest,
ever the pastor,
connected to all
through faith and love.
I draw near.