Abbey in Marseilles
This abbey old,
one thousand, one
thousand six hundred
years. Two columns
buckling, held in place
with wood supports and
chains, still stand. Mottled
bricks, set with hands long
gone, crowd overhead, silent,
still joined. One thousand,
one thousand six hundred years.
My shoes scratch 'cross these
stones. Brown suede o'er my toes,
feet touching, treading how many
distant dreams, hopes, prayers,
tears? A silence meets me from
beyond the years. Enfolds my
soul. I feel quite still, quite whole.
Labels: church, France, Marseilles, solace
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I feel quiet.... Reverent awe.
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