worship

drunken with paintings all scrawled-over "Vincent",

i stumbled across the gallery

and through the doors of a chapel.

its ceiling was blue -- like heaven, i guess.

its stained-glass colours were artificially lit

and i didn't think much of that.

i turned to leave

but

the song.

one voice, reaching from behind,

catching my hand:

it turned me around.

a choir of voices testifying,

swelling and filling the chapel

in me

i ran out of that little blue sanctuary,

found a bathroom stall,

and cried as hard as i could.

Spem In Alium - Thomas Tallis
National Gallery of Canada - Rideau Street Chapel