It was like a church to me.
I entered it on soft foot, . . .
It was quiet.
What God was there made himself felt,
Not listened to, in clean colours
That brought a moistening of the eye . . .
I walked on,
Simple and poor, while the air crumbled
And broke on me generously as bread.
R.S. Thomas
Photo: Sunrise from my front yard, Fort Collins, CO, January 3, 2012
