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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.

Thaws

Around our March balcony tonight
Fog closes its slight hand — illusive blue —

Compassion

Ice in the spirit

Is but frozen tears

And bitterness

Is expectation killed.

Adam’s Second Day (waiting for Eve)

For him, tomorrow is another world.

But still he’d like to bring a god to…