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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