To walk, as pilgrims walked,
the labyrinthine way
of virtual penitence
before their understanding God,
our Lord and Maker,
an architect’s precision
marked the hallowed ground
with immaculate asymmetry:
one route in and out,
beginning with the end;
a single path traversing
quadrants north and south,
east and west; eleven circuits
leading inward to the six-leafed core
of contemplation.
In Chartres,
eight hundred years ago,
repentance on its knees
and hope upon its quest
commenced modernity:
worship in the Gothic age.
The road of Jerusalem
became a metaphor
in stone for pious men,
too poor, too rich
or too pre-occupied
with daily bread
to walk the holy walk.
Today that path is trod
- infrequently. Perhaps
we take a photograph
or wonder at those masons,
crafting work that stood
the tests of times long gone,
or it may be we lay down
good intentions on a road
now much less travelled.
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