Sunday, 13 February 2022

Soft wings brushed against my face ...



We climbed the hill to the chapel above the sea -

The small town below was a nest of golden stone -


Inside the chapel, I felt the nearness of pilgrims -

I could not see them -


Yet their prayers were like gentle birds -

Soft wings brushed against my face -


30 January 2022


St Catherine's Chapel
Abbotsbury 

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