St Margaret's Chapel

There is a stillness in the air

Feather gently floating

A warmth of rose and lavender

Wrapped up in this scent

A candle, now lit, reaching out

A light to lift eyes and spirit

To the sky ringing above the bell

And gladness fills the heart

Hope is now a chalice full

Of quiet angels

Inside The Shell

In opalescent light I sit inside

A wall around me of my own making

If I put my ear to the shell

I hear an ocean outside

A strange current on the surface

Washing over words and dreams

Photo flotsam, memory jettison

Passing ephemera of a life

Pearly surface reflecting

All superficiality spiraling away

Here, in this quiet amphitheatre

I am unshackled

From the tides of pandemonium

Quietly sustained

Within the cathedral shapes

Inside the shell