And Thereafter I Was Left With A Stillness

I stood for a moment listening to the devout outpouring of infinite things as, resolutely, image by image they accumulated. Every step directed toward some god-like mystery endowed to my soul and its beggar heart. Silence, silence, as I listen to the art of the place, allowing memory to bloom somewhere near an open window. With reverence, a cast of yellow spills out into the light, caught at some temporary angle. Its blessed repose suggestive of a rich poetic colloquy.