...The story of a girl in London, England


3.31.2011

Sonnet 29

3/25/11

Tonight I was reminded of a day

In London town, about a year ago,

When in Westminster’s abbey walls of grey

The voices of a choir colored stone

And beams with echoes of angelic light.

Enlivened and uplifted by the sound—

Heaven’s fervor in the rafters high—

I closed my eyes, and drifted till I drowned…

Waves of music bearing me aloft.

The voices filling hollows in the stone,

And filling me, with something, bright and soft.

The hollows in my heart I hadn’t known.

The music lingers there, as in a dream,

Among the rafters, drifting through the seams.

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