The cathedral

Entering a slanted cathedral,

pilgrim feet sheathed in tourist shoes,

watching for the Spirit’s tell

between the illustrated tombs;

some unquiet air consecrated

to the sighs of an unquiet world.

If our hearts remain stone, and cold,

at least, let their chambers echo mercy.

Attune their empty rhythm to

these stubborn remnants of your praise.

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