Two doves flew behind me into Saint Catherine's Chapel - light ran like water across the threshold -
From time to time, I know I have to come here -
I want to scratch prayers upon the enduring stone, to stand in the murmuring ancient air wondering who I am -
Today skylarks sung under the blue sky - the sea was a silver screen -
Votive offerings were left in wall niches - a jam jar contained a prayer wrapped in dove's feathers -
A broken window framed heaven -
A man older than I came in - his lean body was brown and straight -
I came here thirty years ago he said - my three daughters were with me then -
12.26
Thursday 8 October 2015
Chapel Hill
Abbotsbury
Dorset
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