NZ Visual Diary - entry 331

St Benedict’s respite

For a fella who holds fast to a quiet agnosticism, and then only because my mother would cry from the grave if I professed a belief in atheism, I have an uncontrollable urge to walk the pews of any church that will let me in.

Upon entering St Benedict’s Church, I walked respectfully past a statue of Jesus Christ and noiselessly through an adjacent hallway in which a man was resting.

Only as I returned to the hallway, having circumnavigated the nave of the church, did I notice the juxtaposition of penitent man and patron.

A man in reverie.