Dusk falls across
the still water of peace.
Smothering this still world
with remoteness.
My spirit lifts and falls
to the sound of Mass
behind me.

Taking to my feet, I
cross to the chapel
and stand : falling in my Sin.
Looking about me
in the stone flagged doorway
in shadow.

Quietly, lifting the latch
and entering like an intruder.
As if multiplying my Sin by seven.
Brandishing my audacity
like a sword before me.

My breath is released;
nobody is knelt in humble prayer.
Silence greets me.
And Jesus; draws me.

I walk the small aisle,
passing the alter
to stand impaled beneath
the crucifix
lifted up upon the wall.

The Figure of my LORD
is looking Heavenward
looking to the Grace
of His Father.

Reaching up I can just
touch the base
beneath His feet.
I am made part of the very ground
He is suspended from.
And the Unity is made complete
Me - Jesus - Father