Cathedral Evening

Are there senses to impart,
this lazy sunlit day?
Sunlight through coloured
walls of glass settles,
upon spent and unspoken
prayers that may break through,
to that other invisible side.

Thoughts travel all spaces,
lifting and then wilting,
our longings rise to high places,
and silently settle there.
A man closes a book in silence,
the lady shuffles up an aisle,
Sunday’s hymns quietly fall asleep.

By Clive Griffiths