Wednesday, December 23, 2009

A Profound Worship: Thomas Tallis (c. 1505-1585)

Listening to Tallis
I am no longer confined by four walls.
The room somehow grows eternally large.
It is big.
It is mysterious.
Words cannot describe.
I am lost, yet I feel close to home.
And when there is pause,
I feel the silence.
It is a heavy silence.
It is a silence that makes me realize that I was somewhere else.
But, now I am here.
And, I long....
I want to go back to that place.
That place, profound.
That place, divine.


  1. A portentious genesis, it is, my dear brother.

  2. Helpless before beauty.
    Undone by truth.

    Refined by reality.
    Repulsed by banality.

    Fascinated by facticity.
    Bored with inanity.

    Defined by divinity.
    Redefined by humanity.

    Edited by eternity.

  3. Beautiful and profound poetry Doug.