By the Labyrinth

I sit by the labyrinth,
watching the evening shadows
descend here in the cathedral.

A woman sits on a cushion
in the center of the labyrinth,
her back straight, her body still.

The setting sun, shining through the stained glass,
splashes jewel-toned lights
on the stone walls of the church.

Sounds of the busy street
enter the windows and doors
on this warm summer evening.

A homeless person sits in the back
seeking respite from the street,
seeking shelter from the heat.

I, too, find respite here.

8/24/2010