Thought for the day
R.S. Thomas' ' In Church read by Richard Wallace
In Church
R. S. Thomas
Often I try
To analyse the quality
Of its silences. Is this where God hides
From my searching? I have stopped to listen, After the few people have gone,
To the air recomposing itself
For vigil. It has waited like this
Since the stones grouped themselves about it. These are the hard ribs
Of a body that our prayers have failed
To animate. Shadows advance
From their corners to take possession
Of places the light held
For an hour. The bats resume
Their business. The uneasiness of the pews Ceases. There is no other sound
In the darkness but the sound of a man Breathing, testing his faith
On emptiness, nailing his questions
One by one to an untenanted cross.
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