I imitate the call of a devotee.
in the silence
axes the chains of time,
waves of ether.
Visitors who never walk this earth
wake me from dreams
they bring homeliness from a distant universe
their chancel blessings circulate.
This Lady Chapel cracks
fragments of coloured glass cover sacristy and altar
– cream, silk-red, hard to the fingertips.
A grey, wool curtain seals the room
the door is latched.
In the shadows, I believed I was alone
– a lightsome saint transfigures my prayers.