Inside the cathedral of self
Where stained glass
Casts patterns on the floor
I breathe in reverence and sit
In bombed out pews
Where tabernacle shines radiant in the ventricles of the heart
The roof is a blue sky open to the birds and
Tumbled bricks and stone
Form a foot rest
My spiritual home
Where the cross is askew
Yet it feels more perfectly
Right
Then any Sunday attendance
I’ve ever wandered into
*Vai in pace e in luce (go in peace and light)
Header picture a little church in Silverton – from my recent postie bike adventure
Lovely lines. Loved this one especially “Where tabernacle shines radiant in the ventricles of the heart” —descriptive ❤️
Thanks Martha ❣️
It’s me, Selma 😜 🙃 you are most welcome. 👏🏽
Oh Selma I’m sorry!!! 😂 a thousand things on the edge of my tongue today – wrong things slipping out everywhere
🙃 👻 blessings Kate. Xo
Beautiful! Peace of heart is within. We never sit with ourselves long enough to notice
Thanks Shaily 💕
So beautiful. I’d like a tiny chapel in my home one day🙏✨
The internal chapel is one you can build my friend, it can be as vast as a cathedral or just one pew, one small warm spot that belongs entirely to you and to which you can retreat anytime. Our spirit needs a home but we have to build it. 💕