The light of Angel Lane ...

Walking towards the Catholic Church, I passed by Angel Lane - the sky had cleared of cloud - the small stone houses were bathed in light - each house was a nest of dreams and memory -

The same wonderful light filled the church - I listened to ancient words - I gazed upon familiar and unknown faces - I looked up towards heaven, longing for certainty - 

I prayed for grace, that my shadow be cast away from me - 

I thought of the valiant soul who had just left this world - my heart quivered with the mystery of her passing - 

11.30

23 February 2015

Wincanton