Cloisters

Your silence spoke to me.
Solitude and your simple beauty
Stilled my spirit.

Your symmetrical windows
Cast a dusty luminosity
Through the quiet walkway.
Your majestic archways
Gracefully lifted me upwards.

Ancient prayers are trodden
Into your ecclesiastical corridors.
Soaked into silent memory.
Soundless, hidden devotions
Absorbed into your heavy walls
Forgotten petitions lie undisturbed.
Kindly benedictions are ground
Deep within your cold flagstones.

You gave me a sacred gift.
An interlude into another world.
A mysterious respite
In an otherwise frenetic day.