21 January 2008

eventide

16. scurrying into the basilica for vespers...at twilight~~ shaking the snowflakes before entering the sanctuary...settling into the great silence, seeming to be more quiet than usual with the still winter snowfall outside...candles flickering against the stained glass~~ contrasting light mingling with the chant as darkness falls~~ last notes of holiness hanging in the air~~ walking slowly back out the door, into the sweet white-dappled darkness...

9 comments:

Beckie said...

Beautifully written - I could really imagine I was there with you.

Cre8Tiva said...

oh how i love 16...even the snowflakes sounded wonderful...blessings today, rebecca

the mother of this lot said...

I love this one! I wish I was doing this right now!

Mandy said...

hair-raising!

rochambeau said...

Beautiful words, beautiful photo!

watermaid said...

This is beautiful.. the way you evoked both inside and outside. I love 'sweet white dappled darkness'.

Maryann said...

You paint a very serene picture. I always love sitting in chruches that are empty. I find so much peace there :)

AnnieElf said...

Beautiful Deb. Simply beautiful.

qualcosa di bello said...

beckie...that is what i hoped when i wrote it. i'm glad

rebecca...they were...we don't see them very often & i cherished that evening

mom...that was fuel for my whole week!

mandy...what i say after reading your inspiring poetry!

constance...thank you dear friend!

watermaid...it all felt like one (except it was warmer inside!)

maryann...it is a beautiful place to catch your breath

annie...i knew you would understand