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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.

To Phoebe*

Phoebe,

Gentle handmaid

Of us all,

Who assisted Paul

And others

Of the early church,

…

The Hill Country

Take for instance Mary; she

shocked by some divine insistence.

Yet the experience of God,

…

Turning

“Alas, I cannot find my God,” Man said

Blind with seeking, all but garroted

By…