Cathedral

Let there be a cathedral of the mind, 

divorced from any skull.

Hovering above our bodies like a dove 

flying it’s constellations in the sunset, 

all silver and wings; indecipherable.

Let this be our place of pause 

when the billowed clouds of distance 

and the thinly grasped religious

combine into an instant.

Let’s pray with intense confusion,

hoping that these frantic thought trains

might arrive filed on god's desk in an orderly way.

Most of all let’s hurtle toward the cliff

with such fury and unbridled passion

that death’s stone brow flies up to his hairline

and Charon grants us a handsome discount.

Reviews

[Jen Walters]

Nice alliteration there, great thoughts about religion too. kind of sounds like it might be about old religion too, which I like. Thanks for sharing such a well written poem and have a great day.