Grandeur of a Cathedral rising upwards
Its innards raise the mind to the heavens
Its pictures and statues a reminder
Of a mode of instruction as in ages past
With illiteracy abounding, even so in these
Times of unbelief, ignorance and doubt
Of a faith that lingers in the air like incense
The flickering flames of candles in the crib
The two statues on either side of the altar
Alongside the lectern and the praesidium
Poised betwixt the colonnade in white
One of the Christ risen with the wounded
Hands holding as if a babe and looking
The other of the woman with the child
Taken back from his hands as it were
And the child gazing at his face longing
To be beholden: a very touching, scene
Yet, strange combination in a Church
After all, dedicated, to the Madonna
Then it occurred, on walking out, seeing
Outside at the side entrance, on Street
Opposite, Davinci and Dan Brown shop
A gallery digital announcing the secrets.
Sat and prayed, laid bare the uncertainty
An ease to bear it, whatever be in it,
The wish lurking in a hope of granted ease
And a pain stabbing in thinking otherwise
Out of the fold, of given options, tease
Of an exit honourable and yet a continuing
Of dreams for a cause, greater nurturing
The crowds the church visiting
The snow outside Escaping
Seeking a consolation and a yearning
Hidden within their attire and coats
Hidden within their skins and bones
Hidden in their hearts and Souls
Unveiled yet to be, waylaid and forlorn
In not knowing and or in knowing
Not daring to follow, or waiting to be
Pushed into the narrow path
Of promised greatness that comes
With great pain.
Even in this grand edifice, every depiction
Stands witness to aching hearts instruction