Jagger and I walked into St. Michael’s Church in Gent yesterday.  There are marvelous wanderings available in the sanctuary – paintings, sculptures, a domed ceiling, candles glowing.

But I just wanted to sit.  To drink in the quiet.  I chose a spot with a long view to the front of the church. 

No

“That’s strange,” I thought.  “I love long views.”  True, but I was being drawn elsewhere. 

A circular staircase appeared … and I followed.  The sitting was natural and true.

I gazed upwards, and beyond where I could see.  There was a curving, a lightness in the air, a gentle pulling beyond the known.

I stayed put for a long time.

Someone else can write about possible meanings.  I’ll just continue to revel in the wood, the scarlet of the carpet, the grapes.

I rest within the beauty