To Pause

The London Magazine - - PETER ABBS -

This morn­ing, al­most in spite of my­self, hear­ing church bells rid­ing the winds, I won­der how many cen­turies the chimes have en­chanted the land

and hear­ing plain­chant glide on the ris­ing gusts I feel time be­come time­less: hyp­notic priests in­ton­ing their tri­une God for hours and hours

with pro­longed Amens. The is­land’s olives and pines, white-washed walls and dark blue blinds threaded with the pur­ple syn­tax of per­pet­ual psalms

and I, who no longer be­lieve in the ef­fi­cacy of prayer, yield for one in­stant . . . for one mo­ment, half in­cline, lis­ten to an older scale, breathe in con­se­crated air,

half-whis­per Credo, pause.

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