I love the church: its labara, <br />its silver vessels, its candleholders, <br />the lights, the ikons, the pulpit. <br /> <br />Whenever I go there, into a church of the Greeks, <br />with its aroma of incense, <br />its liturgical chanting and harmony, <br />the majestic presence of the priests, <br />dazzling in their ornate vestments, <br />the solemn rhythm of their gestures- <br />my thoughts turn to the great glories of our race, <br />to the splendor of our Byzantine heritage.<br /><br />Constantine P. Cavafy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-church/
