Heaven-on a city street – Helmalie Gunathilaka

the turrets of St. Paul’s
serene, unadorned
rising from the mist
that slowly blurs the streets
a hazy dreamy noon
on a cold winter day

I am still, for a moment
in a stream of swirling sound

the pealing of church bells
the swish of passing cars
the baritone of a busker
the delight in a child’s laugh
a horse neighs impatiently
a carriage rests at the curb
a tram dings as it passes by
and afar a train roars

suddenly,
a streak of sunlight
paints the grey streets gold

a little niche of heaven
such beauty to behold!