Two a Cathedral

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Stepping softly over graves
Puzzling over ciphers of their lives
Row on row no matter where we turn
Respect and awestruck we are soft
Our affection framed by Job’s descendants
Stones tipped and toppled worn down smooth
Soon by God to be no more, Who are we?
Feeds our passion as by the breast
We can be forever made of more than flesh or even stone

Stepping softly into the church
Stopping short to rest our shocked surprise
This monument to faith built of bones and blood
Lights a cosmic prism overcomes my cynic’s heart
Catch my eyes, reminding I am walking upon my tomb
Now just a path for tourists, we sign the paper log
Windows to our universe each autographed by mortal wealth
Stone, glass, beams, an altar too, majestic magic stuns
Feeble stabs at permanence, this moment ours for Time.

1989

 

 

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