Volume > Issue > Old Cathedral

Old Cathedral

A POEM

By T.J. Kelly | October 1983

This granite faith was pressed against the sky

And, wonder, stood alone;

The truth of God translated for the eye,

A massive, silent prayer in stone.

Enjoyed reading this?

READ MORE! REGISTER TODAY

SUBSCRIBE

You May Also Enjoy

The Bell Ringer

He disturbs

The sleeping bells, the stolid sounds

Locked in the iron tower

That hold…

The Elements: Earth, Air, Fire, Water

What death hangs heavy on the brow of Earth,

What dust lines forehead, dulls the…

The Chic and the Dead

Rocks that block the mouths of tombs

Give sermons of great gravity

On the benefits…