There is a chapel in Taize hidden away from the crowds, next to the tombstones where inter alia Brother Roger is buried. It is a dark and holy place.

Even in a place of silence like Taize, there is stillness to be found. The rustle of a bag, the shuffling of feet, the white chatter from outside - all are disturbances, tolerated only for their necessity. Only the birdsong is welcome, though even that can be invasive.

I imagine that an angel - a Duma - resides in this place, to guard the silence and to caretake its thinness. A place like this is too full of stillness and solitude to be dilapidated.

As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I say hello. A quiet moment passes. I promise to return.