The Thin Places
They call them Thin Places
Not because of lack,
But abundance.
Ancient places where worlds meet
Where heaven touches earth
Jacobs Ladder, A stable, a cross, an empty tomb
But for the seeker, for those who hunger for solitude and silence
There are others
For the listeners
A voice will speak
The thickness of thin places
The paradox of peace
Thin ice warns of danger, walk not!
But these places beckon,
‘Come, walk slowly with me, breath slowly,
Soak in my silence, as it ignites inner mysteries.’
Knock on the doors to these sanctuaries,
Closed from strife, fear, anxiety, anger,
Where access can be gained
Hearts softened
Hurts healed
And wells of deep joy spring forth
As our thoughts transcend
And we are renewed in the Eternal Presence.

A poem by Gareth Davies, inspired by a visit to BUCKFAST ABBEY March 2026