What artful magic is there in this silence;
This soft-hued silence sifted through the light of colored glass
Warmed gently by the light of glowing candles?
What is so arresting that it will not let me pass
Unaltered? Something hidden is unveiled here
Within a quiet passage or a corner of my mind
A fragile, partial kinship with this beauty
That will not let me simply leave the thought of it behind.
Ah now! the sonorous praying of the faithful
Sends echos through the air like chanting... what is it they pray?
I would my head were covered with a mantle
And my feet bare that I might comprehend the words they say.
What artful magic is there in this silence
That pulls at me with fragile hand yet will not let me free?
I would my faith were so serene and simple
It brought me to this place instead of curiosity.
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