What makes you cry?
What makes you cry? by Adrian Plass I wept in Winchester Cathedral once It was a winter afternoon After speaking at a lunch in town There was an hour to fill before my train was due to leave Yet again, the beauty of that ancient building Drew me like a child into its echoing embrace I knew it would, I have such scant resistance to cathedrals Particularly this one This time I did two things First of all the lighting of a candle for my father Just because I wanted to Theology is very thin sometimes A candle’s flame is fat and rich with mystery The second thing was climbing to the balcony (they let you do that now) And, as I stood there, leaning on the rail Feeling warm at last and looking down My heart went out to this old, slumberous house of worship Built for God Its stonework soaked with centuries of prayer Tears and passions of belief and doubt Flowing from a million souls “How can you tolerate these days,” I softly ...