Chartres
I would believe if I could,
crawl on my hands and knees
following the tortuous maze
to reach Jerusalem
float up the slender stone ribs
climb Jacob’s ladder
helped by angel wings spread wide
believe somehow that I can start again,
all sins expunged,
glory shining down on me in
flaming red and gold.
But first I must feel in my bones
those ratios of one to one
and one to two,
proportions that surround me,
that hold all Truth, Goodness and Salvation.
Proportions brought to me by chant
silver voices filling every vaulted nook
filling my ears, heart, soul.
A solution for believers in eternal life.
An abyss of nothingness
for those who stand outside.
Lari Smith