Clouded as gray skies,
my thoughts held captive
by the city’s grind
of noise and glaring light,
I turn to the inner chapel,
hymnals worn
from ancient singing,
and find my place
of quiet prayer
in the silence
of forgotten saints.
first camas of spring
Reading of “Quiet Prayer” with music by Enya.
Don: What a great line: “quiet prayer in the silence of forgotten saints.”
Very nice, Don!
Don — Isn’t it a bit ironic about those “forgotten saints?” Forgotten long ago, many of us can find comfort in their company now as we grow older &, hopefully, wiser. The saints can be mute now, if we’re fortunate enough to be able to find our place in silent prayer. Thanks so much for sharing this. Mike