Vidriera de Invierno

“Cold winter day, though sunny. We enter the shelter of the Gothic cathedral.

Everything is silent, everything is still.

Overwhelmed by the grandeur of the space that opens before us,

we walk down the center of the nave toward the altar.

There, our hands still aching from the cold,

we sit on one of the pews.

Through the southern rose window colored rays filter in

and settle on the white stone floor

creating a living picture of colors, sounds, and scents.

The beauty of the moment intoxicates us. It absorbs us.

It gathers us and, lost in our thoughts,

we let ourselves be led into an eternity of pleasant spirituality.

Time has frozen.”

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