Clear Creek Abbey, Terse and High Mass, 19 October 2013
I see it surround the alter, the motion of the censer spills the heated particles in waves, rising in the cool air of the dim and unfinished cathedral then hanging in swirls as it cools in front of a tryptic of stained glass windows.
My mind lies silent for a while, floating on the ethereal chanting of scripture in the vast space of God’s presence. The breath and movements of the community are the only stirring in the cold openness.
A fragrance enters my awareness. Humbly, silently, the incense had patiently filled the cathedral, making visible the light from outside and becoming apparent that it, too, fills this sacred space. The light, which seemed inadequate earlier, I realize now is the only thing overcoming the cold darkness.