When Worlds Melt Away

New Orleans Cemetery, January 2004

i'm falling for ritual. unseen voices reverberating through ancient halls. words from before . . . from beyond . . . given voice in the now.

song and scent surround.
the Pleiades hang in their silent sanctuary.

all is still.

the turnings of your mind cease.

traffic without, calm within.

no sermon. no statement of faith. no questions asked.

come as you are

and be

changed

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Compline at Christ Church. i want to be clever. i want to pick it apart, to analyze it, to figure it out. but i can't. the words escape me. to know it, you must step into it. if the road ever brings you to new haven, i encourage you to stay for a sunday night and see for yourself.