Stones

A space to
fade into
made of stone
dug from the ground
by hands
by believers
cleared from the earth
cleaned, carved, chiseled
shaped, fluted, curved
fitted into place
years of labour
but at night
the windows
darkened blend
into the stone
inside the flicker
of tiny candles
glow of a distant galaxy
powered by prayers
that flow into
the dark chapels
does grace fill
the vaults or flying buttresses
where each stone
resists the other
pushing downward
these words of prayer
causing them to rain
upon the soul
of the one lost
the one fearing
they are stone
with an outlook
black as obsidian

~ image by M.C.S., St. Mary’s Cathedral, Kingston, Ontario

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Mary%27s_Cathedral,_Kingston

Reviews

[MCS]

Sami, delighted to see you. I guess we make things more complex than they should be.

[MCS]

Andrew, thank you so much for the visit and the kind words.

[andrew mitchell]

An inspiring write MCS Very good

[Sami Khalil]

I believe we can all make our hearts the Temple of God or goodness other than the stone one we all build. But I guess they are necessary for community prayers and fellowships. Excellent...:)......