Soul Searching

Soul searching

Somewhere in this darkened nave

The remembrance of incense

Guttering candles

And hard knees

Veneremur cernui

The mind is caught

In the great spiral

Of opened arms

Beneath the cross

Omne delectamentum

The heavy scent

Of lilies bent

Beneath Our Lady's feet

Oremus

I softly whisper

That a soul may pierce the volume

Of the working day

The traffic’s roar.

Sursum corda

To feel the inner sense

Of rising along that shaft of light

That through the stained glass window beams

The celebration of a silent song

A hope of faith between the notes

An act of wordless thought

A soul space that is filled

Beyond the sense of desert,

Quite gently can I hear the softness

Of a reed blowing in the wind.

JL 12 Oct 2011