Entrance

I am struck by the light
I am struck by the silence
I am struck by the stillness

I am here already
Yet already I have a desire to be here again, soon
It seems I am finding a new kind of longing

I am struck by the light, the brightness of stone
I am struck by the silence, even of the breath
I am struck by the stillness, all here moves slowly

Would that my love could be with me
In the way of the couple sat across the way
(She leans her head into his shoulder)

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Reasoning

I am here for no purpose, other than my own
It is neither doubt, nor faith, which attracts me
Yet I am thankful, for the beauty, for the welcome

2018 will be the one hundredth anniversary
Though of what I am not sure, but significantly
A grand new organ, with trumpets, has been installed

It’s in tuning phase, for which they ask for silence
Which is fine by me, for, being tone deaf
I would be able to offer so so little assistance

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Cusp

With this new light
Which oddly I call darkness
I have the gift of a book to read

I read about a conversation
Which began in daylight
And carried on deep into the evening

Two men; one younger, one older
Talking about Jung, indeed deciding
To make a film of Jung’s enquiries

I imagine them steeped in talk
Each, in turn, moving the other one on
Enveloping themselves in this, the new light

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Unnamed

There is one here in spirit
There is one not here at all
There is one not here, but waiting back at home

It is on the stroke of six
Darkness is the current light
The bells, the bells they are a ringing

I have taken photographs
I have strolled through the grounds
I feel, yes, I do feel to be welcome to roam

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Tart

Is it the comfort food
Or the calm surroundings
Which make me feel welcome

Is it the newborn baby
With mother, father, and young grandmother
Which says to me; life does go on

In Daniel Cronin’s book Words of Wisdom
This week in November is made up of
Days of Sin, and Days of Solitude

It seems I have all four attributes of sin
And it is true I do wish to be the author
The author of my own happiness that is

As for solitude, I do believe
That I have witnessed its beauty, and its silence
But I was not in the Audience Chamber of God

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