chapel_ceiling
by chicker2

This is a place of peace.
A cathedral many would officially call it.
But when I stepped inside, I wasn’t here.
I was in another place, maybe another dimension.
Because here I knew that I was in the presence of something greater.
Something larger
Something extraordinary
Something enchanting
Something incomprehensible
Something ancient
But most importantly, something good.
I’m not talking about good like you describe a child that behaves.
I mean goodness.
Something that we can all agree is profound.
But that was a portal.
And I want nothing more than to cross through it.
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There are times I remember walking through this place
And I can picture her sitting quiet, alone, eyes shut
She was beyond, wandering in solitude.
And she opened her lips and sang. She sang to God.
She sang without looking around for anyone to hear.
She sang without a pulpit. She just sang.
And that struck me deeply.
This one had gotten it right.
She knew who she was.
And how I wanted to be on the other side.