Stillness

It’s dark, cool, silent,

kneeling in the chapel,

pew cushions forming 

around my knees,

as if they knew I’d be there.

It’s in that place,

looking at ancient stained glass,

the faint smell of incense,

the prayer books worn thin,

that I sit, silently waiting.

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