“St. Catherine’s”
Thursday 28 Aug 2008
Deep, dark oak; close grained, cool.
Quiet fingertips leaf scores; clearing throats, shuffling toes.
Leather footsteps slap stone; soft hushed toe scuff, solid tap heelstrike.
Plainchant, cast in stone, calls them in; so quick millenia pass.
Tenor, baritone, thundering bass: groundswell, stomachs stir.
Ice, snow pure soprano shrills; ears perk, hairs on end.
Lastly, warmly, alto joins; chorus whole, air made round.
Reverberation, stained panes, long shadows; must.
Psalms like murmor; still history, time.
Memory like paper; faded, and fond.
