Dec 15, 2010

The Cathedral

Magpie Tales-Tess Kincaid

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
for the common folk
sore knees, frozen noses

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