Swimming against a tide of
joggers and fast-paced business types,
I arrive – somewhat flustered – at this
ancient house of prayer,
warmly greeted by a smiling silence.
Instinctively I proffer my hand,
but find myself instead
caught up in a warm embrace,
that seems to penetrate
deep down into the gossamer of my soul,
that should never have slept.
I sense Him there,
deep within the fabric
of the sanctuary air,
dancing happy in the
sacred drama of the liturgy,
harmonising with falsetto trains.
As the priests depart,
I marinade longer in the sensuous silence.
Leaving a prayer
in candle flame,
I depart renewed,
ready to join the tide of busyness again.