Cathedral air cools us to a shiver as we sit silently at dusk.
There's something here amongst dusk's shadows. There's the silence of the huge space, of course, the silence of the walls; of stained glass histories and of pillars.
There's footsteps, coughs, whispered conversations: their reverence only bends the silence.
We watch those shadows, uncertain whether we have actually seen or just imagined. We can't be sure of either.
But we know we have felt: it's not for nothing that we have seen or imagined, and as we leave we know our souls have changed.
Neville Hunt almost 3 years ago
Nice one Drew, I feel the atmosphere you have created... but then I almost lived in a cathedral. 6 days a week (not Sundays) for around 8 years I sat in one of the finest cathedrals, for morning assembly. I knew all the plaques, stones, tombs and the names of those within. Herbert de Losinga, Osberto Parsley I can still recall. It's still a vivid, atmospheric memory. But the few Catholics in the school got off lightly... they didn't have to attend. Lucky devils...or, on reflection, not! Their cathedral was a mile or so away, another fine building but too far away.
Jeff Taylor almost 3 years ago
I agree with Neville. Nice capture of the whispered silence in a Cathedral. :)
Drew Martyn almost 3 years ago
Thank you both :)
And I still haven't been to Norwich Cathedral, but hopefully soon.