The room has stopped
spinning

We again have
our breath

And the silence
Of a cathedral

Humbling, resounding
Fills our souls

We weep, soundless
we weep

Crumbling in sweet
glory

Glory you made
in us
For You

And the silence
Of this cathedral

Humbling, calling
Fills our souls

For a moment
mystics

Just as mystics
should be

Silenced in your raiment
Wrapped in your gift

Perfect
As our tears

Slip down together
To join
Into one

Our joy

Our passion

Thank you

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