Soon I begin a new chapter, in quietude of soaring arch, knave and transept. My heritage work takes me new, old places... from now to then. Twisted faces look down in blessing and the ironclad heart of an ancient King of Alba sleeps in immortality beneath my feet.
|"... and a marvellous freedom from the tumult of the world."|
The silence of stone,
Softly yields the sacred tones.
Voices from the past.