Cathedral

Cathedral I walk in the cathedral, its vast space is quiet is like the immense silence of a deep and gentle snow storm. light through the stain glass windows glorifies the sense of peace. In the distance a book is dropped the flat echo sounds far and small. I hear the shuffle of people in another nave of this place, they talk one to another In booming sibilants that make no sense, but echo. An old woman prays in the pew near me, We are so very far from the chancellery, She flashes me looks of scorn. I feel she knows I don't pray and has seen I did not genuflect. High up amongst polished rose wood I hear slight noises echo as a man moves papers that he carries. Very softly, a low sweet sound fills this place I feel joy and I am full of tears. The sound stops. silence rings like crystal, to be fractured by the opening thunder of the Bach D minor toccata and fugue, which fills this place and me with sound. Then I am crying and desolate. because it is quiet again. If a place like this can exist does it mean that there is a god.