hush

On a weeknight in February 2011, I arrived early at St. Matthew’s Episcopal Church for Women’s Singing Circle.  I love to sit in a sanctuary, alone with the hush.  I’m not finished with:

hush

I haven’t heard silence all day

 

church

empty

I sit

shadow shrouds sanctuary

except the chancel cross

light swathed by the narthex

moon bathed Triptych

stained glass windows

 

I pause

I hear

hush

© 20 March 2021

Cindy B. Stevens

 

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