Is something chiming?

Or maybe a tolling?

The stilled heart of the city beats 

Beneath your feet.

Marvel at what is built on these bones,

At words etched in stone.

Of stories and lives unravelled and winding,

Propelled across the globe.

Feet raised here have trodden

Snow and sand. Scripture

And unscripted moments gather.

Communion of words and action.

Transaction and change.

Roots run deep,

Learning and unlearning.

Voices raised in song and salutation.

If this is a city of words 

Then maybe here is a centre.

A congregation of thought or feeling

A congregation of brick and ideas.

A rising up of earth shaped by sentiment

Dappled by faceted glass.

Catch the light, reflected, deflected,

And shimmering madly

Away in all directions. Choose one.

Step in.