Cathedral

I push open the heavy wooden door and enter my cathedral

the awakening sun yawns and stretches
sending tendrils of light
that weave their way through the stained glass windows
erasing the darkness
and illuminating dust particles
The air is softly pugent ...
the perfume of frankinsence
lingers
clinging to silent prayers
I lie down
and put my cheek on the cool stone floor
polished smooth
by the feet of a thousand pilgramages

.... and I remember who I am

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