So after many years, I am attending a church service… at St Paul’s Cathedral, London. Choral Evensong is a different experience, one that I didn’t get to attend often. When words are spoken at me, my intellectual and rational mind gets to work. But when worship and reverence is sung, the heart is called and I for one am not in discourse.
Sitting on the front pew of the Choir, I await a silence to descend and perhaps peace.
Earlier I “toured” the Cathedral, admiring its Baroque style architecture. It reminds me of Basilique du Sacre Coeur, though built in a Romano-Byzantine style and much younger than the cathedral. Architects will tell me there is a lot different though 🙂 . Its appeal to me lies in the light reflected on marbly white walls and the mosaic. Something about a bright positive space.
The sensations as evensong begins are are unlike the 30 minutes prior when the last of the tourists who had poured into the cathedral all day hoping to catch glimpses of magnificence and awe, some perhaps to check off a sight-to-see list, were escorted out. Only those who wish to attend the service remain.
The angelic song of the choristers echoes up the dome of the cathedral…reinforcing the sense of the sacred in this space. Fully appreciating the moment of joining of beauty, music and spirituality.
The awareness that no matter what labels we attach to our spirituality and faith, to which creed we choose to affiliate, this remains:
Beauty is love.
Love is beauty.
Love and Beauty are spiritual.
There is peace here.
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