“Once I am sure there’s nothing going on
I step inside, letting the door thud shut.
Another church: matting, seats, and stone,
And little books; sprawlings of flowers, cut
For Sunday, brownish now; some brass and stuff
Up at the holy end; the small neat organ;
And a tense, musty, unignorable silence…”1
Polished pews cast straight-back shadows, upstanding and uniform, where beams of stained-glass light shimmy across the flagstones, like restless children at sermon time.
I often choose to visit churches when the congregants have departed, to worship in silence and imbibe the accumulation of prayer in the solitude of fellowship. Am linking this quiet interior with the WordPress weekly photo challenge: ‘Solitary’
1. Philip Larkin: Church Going
People have prayed on this site for 1000 years whilst the flint church has stood its hallowed ground, since the fifteenth century. see Suffolk churches: St Mary’s, Woodbridge