We went to the Fraumunster
In Zurich
To see Marc Chagall’s
Stained glass windows.
They were wondrous, luminous
But the 1250 year history
Of worship
At this place
Was stunning.
The crypt pointed
To its 9thcentury founding
As did the mural of the original abbesses
On the wall of the transept.
But I was moved to tears
By Mary’s chapel.
Not by its grandeur
But by its peace
Which cracked open
My heart
Walled in by fear and control
The spell was broken
By other visitors
My desire to stay there physically
Can be slaked
By a heart
Opened by contemplation
To acting out of love.
Doing so will be the trick
Safe travels mate. Great piece – I felt like I was there.
Carl
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