Monday, December 26, 2011

Inside the Chapel of Kebble College, Oxford


Awed by the sky-rising towers of grace
With silence in steps I trickle my way
And stand in the half-light of altars and pews,
Puzzled in the majesty of panels and vaults.

Stirred to my veins, I gaze on those walls
And struggle to now gauge with unblinking eyes
The palette of faith that coloured those lines
And dazzle our empirical eyes.

I tremble and fold my unbelieving knees
And leave with whispers of prayers in the air
To fields of unclouded sunshine and green. 





12 comments:

sayan said...

i like this one..let the whispers echo in the corridors of eternity...

Heaven said...

fold my unbelieving knees..I like this line ~

i like the details of your poem ~

Kay L. Davies said...

This is wondrous, especially the last stanza.
K

Mary Ann Potter said...

So beautifully written. I love the imagery of the old building.

Mary said...

I can see it and feel it through your eyes and words, Abin.

Susie Clevenger said...

Love this...I trickle my way..fold my unbelieving knees. Your awe is communicated so well in the details of your poem.

Phoenix said...

wonderfully written - kind of serene - like it very much

Laurie Kolp said...

Beautiful, Abin.

turtlememoir said...

Beautiful - and though I don't adhere to any particular religion, I sometimes spend time in a chapel or cathedral here and always come out feeling more at peace. Loved your poem's concluding lines.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Very beautiful. I could feel the atmosphere. I, too, loved the "unbelieving knees".

Ostensible Truth said...

I have actually been there! this was a great poem - really like how you phrase things! nice work!

Matthew John Davies said...

Sometimes I feel I've lived my life on my knees. I sincerely love your
work, Abin.

Feel an affinity with your poems.