Wednesday, December 15, 2010

The Cathedral

Image borrowed from Yahoo

The Cathedral

cold, stone cold
doors large enough
for horses and carriages
pray in your coach option
for the aristocracy

the scent of beeswax
smoldering prayers
woolen coats, mittens
sore knees, frozen noses
for the common folk

organ sounds and crystal voices
piercing the nave
images in glass
reminding the sinners
of the possibilities

Joan Tucker

Posted over on her site A Wild Patience
Listed as #14 over on Magpie Tales 45

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