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Through the nave of the wood

into the sanctuary; our steps

hushed by leaf-litter, slow as supplicants.

Curtains of silence, hemmed with birdsong, hang

from fan vaulting branches, bare

against a clerestory of sky.

Pale columns rise, beech trunk spires,

polished, cool and smooth as stone.

A stillness here, more profound than prayer,

a waiting deeper still than patience.

The forest, held in balance, holds its breath,

balancing on this one moment

that any moment will dissolve.

Then, the breath exhaled, the prayer spoken,

as each coming breath confirms

the breathless psalm of spring.

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