Relique d'Amour

The abandoned chapel of a Cistercian abbey.

Cold stonewalls, covered in Moss.

The scent of waxen wood, of the tabernacle and ornate pews.

The linseed oil of the unfinished painting.

Myrrh and Frankincense still linger in the air,

When a peppery whiff catches you, unawares:

That of white lilies, still fresh and yet so spicy.

The subtle scent of golden pollen mingles with that of solemn green leaves.

A beam of light breaks through the stained glass windows illuminating this olfactory tumult of feelings, shifting from humility to jubilation.

A divine call.