I walked among the ancient walls
absorbing the years of reverence
the history of footfalls
echoing throughout the corridor
I feel the weight of faith
the power of belief
I'm swayed towards the light
from my grounded soul
A man mopping the floor
asks if I need directions
I speak to him, amazed
that he doesn't feel the power
"This building presents
the delight of a
magicians trick; it also
holds the secrets of the illusion."
he turned and continued cleaning
I stood, mouth agape
my thoughts tangled
my heart racing
because I knew it was true
Revisiting the past:
What I wrote one year ago
http://realityisimmaterial.blogspot.com/2007/01/canvas.html
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