Cathedrals

Cathedrals

 

I sit in this Cathedral, in Toledo, Spain
Second largest in the world
Pretty old for 800 years.
Yesterday it was the one in Segovia.
I feel the pew hard beneath my body.
I hang my head back and look up
Past the ornation, the gold, the stained glass windows
the paintings, the pillars of marble granite
It is cool...
cold...
dead!

It is said,
God looked past the heavens oneday
and regretted that he had made man...
If God cries
I believe a tear rolled down
His surreal face that day.
Now I don't think He looks out His window
anymore...
Down past the heavens
to us
the world
the human race
the Cathedrals!
He must have moved on
Afterall,
How can anyone admit to a mistake...
twice!

I get up from the pew and walk around
Locked caged in saints
Stare in deathlike trances
from within their barred prisons
At faces staring back at them
from theirs.
All races, creed and color
Walk within these ancient walls.
Sad, whining music echoes through
the full emptiness
The "money barters" are selling at
the doors.

Outside in the sun
I see how the birds fly in and around
making nests in this massive 'sanctuary'?
Built in the shape of a cross
facing East towards the rising sun,
In need of warmth and comfort?

I walk away from the echoing Cathedral
into the small, narrow cobbled streets of Toledo
in search of some warmth!

fin