I entered through an arched doorway, <br />and walked slowly down the nave, <br />my footsteps sounding hollow <br />on the worn stone floor. <br /> <br />With a feeling of awe, I looked upwards, <br />and beheld such wonders. <br /> <br />Multiple creations of architectural beauty, <br />in the meticulously carved vaulted ceiling, <br />built centuries ago, <br />with such exquisite care. <br /> <br />It took my breath away. <br /> <br />The dominance of the high altar, <br />resplendent in its ornamentation <br />and delicate tapestries. <br /> <br />Effigies of past Saints and knights, <br />ranged along the side aisles, <br />sculptured in stone, <br />standing or reclining on plinths, <br />regal and silent. <br />Frozen in time. <br /> <br />I felt alone in this vast structure, <br />even though people were drifting quietly past me. <br /> <br />Locating a chair I sat down, <br />breathing in the atmosphere, <br />and finding that I was held in a vacuum of power, <br />piety and purity, <br />which gave me the notion that this place, <br />was strangely mesmeric. <br /> <br />The vision of the Architect, the skills of the builders, <br />the dedication of the ecclesiastics, <br />all showing man's ability to achieve. <br /> <br />His Cathedral, <br />a towering commemoration to God, <br />and an amazing place to leave one's spiritual thoughts.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-experience/
