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The Veil
Something about the music, the deep cello
vibrating in my bones, or perhaps
it was the polished ribcage
of old growth trees holding the roof
in an arrow to heaven, or maybe
it was the morning sunlight flickering
through stained glass windows,
dancing rainbows on the backs
of unknowing parishioners.
But for one moment in this beautiful place
I felt the veil thinning, a translucent
membrane between my own home
and my soul's destination.
The veil between our busy world
and the one that rests so silently,
so patiently, beneath our soul’s heart,
waiting for us to realize it is there.
Perhaps, the way to our soul
and to God, is not through the mind,
but through our senses. I vowed
to remember this moment
as I whispered a silent “thank you.”
Later, as the service ended
and the cacophony of shuffles
brought me back to the present,
I reluctantly allowed my mind
to take over the helm.
But somewhere in my soul’s ear,
I could still hear
the music.
SWPoet
12-9-11