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Pilgrimage

4/7/2016

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Picture
Pilgrimage
 
Sanctuary torn open;
            arches forming
            in midair;
Spaces to let in Spirit –
 
These become a frame,
            in which to frame,
            the gray existence
            against a gray sky.
 
Somewhere beyond the slate horizon,
            the unseen angels
            flow across the intricate
            limestone cornices,
            into the stair-stepped vault,
            into the depths of shadow,
            past the pools of water
            that mirror the stones,
            and into the crevices of creation.
 
Iron railings close off the entrance to eternity;
            but it is still there, hidden,
            under the colorless rainbow.

I have walked through the ancient spiritual places, the high castles by the sea, the broken monasteries, and living abbeys that always seem to call to me.  I find them, too, hidden in plain sight in the middle of a busy street... like Merton walking in Louisville, I look around and find myself in love with everyone.
1 Comment
king noboboddy
4/14/2016 06:26:23 pm

"into the crevices of creation" ....what a line and so well placed!

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