At the Basilica

Euphrasian Basilica, Porec


Enter, hearts in need of rest,

Tread where ancient feet have trod,

Feel the Hallow in thy breast,

Find in silence words of God;

Let the sanctuary leach

Peace into thy weary soul,

Solitude, let wisdom teach

How love can make of parts, a whole.


Guards Are Frozen

hoarfrost pathway

Guards are frozen, quiet, still,

Ever watching in the chill;

Eyes perceive the feet that choose

the path not taken, silent views.


I love those moments of quiet solitude, where heart can reclaim itself…