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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-04/8:13 PM
I’m a believer sometimes and in some ways, nonbeliever in others, existentialist in feeling responsible for my acts with the dread and anguish that responsibility sometimes brings, moral sometimes and in some ways, amoral in others. Another way of saying I’m wishy-washy, changeable, and justified therein by virtue of womanhood? Every issue is like a new day for me, even if it’s been hashed over for centuries. My day is ending while yours begins, a result of our positions on the globe, and its position relative to the sun. My yours reveal some new slant or freedom from a new slant, maybe the knitting of an ancient culture into your own.




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