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St. Patrick’s Cathedral (Free verse) by Dovina

Familiar themes in architecture and art Bloodstained head, hands and feet A stone beside a hillside tomb The fact of death graven In skull and grave Quiet kneeling in massive hall Alcove candles glowing dim Saints’ fixed eyes staring down Artwork preaching from thick stone walls Glass stained with Mother’s face Arms stretched to humble sheep Some may know what they seek in church And why they seek it here But in the struggle for revelation To transcend reason I must tread the lonely forests Skid about in skies and minds Looking for the strength to die Without somewhere to go

Dovina 31-Aug-04/7:37 PM
While this is true for those religions that send unbelievers to hell, I was referring to the comfort of knowing your loved ones are safe and alive and that you will be reunited with them. I would like that comfort, but know I cannot have it.




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