Expectations

The air scent heavy with the morning rain As tall as the cathedral spire looking to heaven. Tumbling out of the sky in big dollops falling To the ground forming puddles. I remember the smell of the polished wooden pews As I entered the cathedral and the smell of wet Clothing mingling together, a musty odour Sometimes found in old wardrobes. I remember the brass cross on the Communion table Like the one I saw in Paris, with all the home thoughts From abroad. It had rained there too, a softer rain that Kissed your face like a sprinkling of Holy water. Upturned faces looking at lofty beams and arches Like tall masts of ships with lines of rigging pointing To God in heaven asking for a blessing and a safe Passage.Just to see this life through. Outside the rain came down glistening the pavement With a shine as people walked about their day Looking for the meaning of life in all its complexity And seeking answers to their existence.