There was something quiet about walking inside St. Marienkirche Berlin church yesterday - the stone Cherubim, the lit candles, the bowed heads. Even as visitors shuffled through the church snapping photos of its grandeur, it was quiet and still.
Except for the bellowing organ. It echoed in the church. A woman wearing blue played it, but I only caught a glimpse of her. The organ was built high into the wall on what looked like a balcony. I had to tilt my head or stand further back in the church to see the organ and its long pipes.
Just like that organ, there’s something loud about Berlin. Something loud about the colored graffiti on the walls, the gust of wind that comes as the subway flies by, the tunes of the street performers.
I’m quiet at heart but am learning to understand and appreciate Berlin’s noise, the noise of creativity, of boldness.
Maybe Berlin deserves to be a little loud; maybe we all do.
(Photos of the church.)
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