“sanctuary”
Light snailed across the stone,
quiet along a side wall
where I stood.
The nave opened outward,
steady in its own pattern,
yet nothing in it called for me.
I stayed near the edge,
following each shift of sound
as it travelled through the high vaults,
confident in its passing.
In this small place,
the day held long enough
for me to listen
and abide.
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Cryptic I do not know if it was intended but this held a deep and hidden meaning for me. As a church it symbolizes man's held beliefs. I find myself standing at the side wall of these beliefs. Central beliefs seem to open outward to the masses, holding steady and as the poem states nothing in it call to me. I remain at the edge listening to the media, those that call for religious belief and faith, politics. I listen to their confident words but remain at the edge. And there I abide. the image of light as a snail pairs the two greatest opposites the speed of light and the slow crawling snail and indeed in its journey it appears that light in its movement across earthly terrain crawls at a snails pace. An illusion just as are the religious, political, news transitions. The word sanctuary holds special meaning here. Very deep Cryptic and a fave
That is so astute a review and wherein/wherever a person finds sanctuary there is that open chance of either refuge or disillusionment and everything in between. The metaphor is afoot and working from various angles. Thanks for testing that out and finding its perigee and apogee! 🙏🕊️
Always a pleasure my dear friend
Good write my friend, enjoyed
Thank you so much my friend. 🙏🕊️
you are most welcome
Thanks for the Fave @Cheeky Missy
Love it
Thank you kindly, antra.coree. Most appreciated 🙏🕊️
Well crafted with depth and powerful imagery.
Thanks Katie B. 🙏🕊️
arqios, what stayed with me was the light "snailed across the stone." What an unexpected and wonderful phrase. It immediately slows the pace of the poem and invites the reader into that same attentive way of seeing. A lovely piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
The contradiction of snail and speed of light was too delicious to pass up. Truly an incongruous surprise. Thanks Tittu🙏🕊️
A fine write A. So you found out the meaning of Carpe Diem - 'the day held long enough'. Unlike me - by the time I found out, it was dark, and no day left to seize. Doh! lol.
Carpe noctem! In nocte vive...
My old joke is that - it didn't help, that I was searching for the translation in a book about fish - carp! lol.
Bit of French there from you?! lol.
Lol... pêcher un poisson?
Wonderful beginning amigo. Light does snail its way around.A descriptive look at the morning and our humble place in the scheme of things.Very enjoyable read bro.
Good to be at one's sanctuary at the beginning of a day. Gracias, amigo 🙏🕊️
Something Calming about a Church. And Cool on a Hot Day. Enjoyed.
That was a childhood quandary, how even without A/C it was always cool inside the old church on the hottest of days. Now there's a memory. 🙏🕊️
Well written
Cheers
You have found your place of peace and quiet Rik, we all find them somewhere.
Andy
And that somewhere is where we should be. Thanks, Andy 🙏🕊️
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