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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 —

To Phoebe*

Phoebe,

Gentle handmaid

Of us all,

Who assisted Paul

And others

Of the early church,

…

The Prodigal Father and His Child

“Well, Father, my share of the farm has

been turned into gold.

I take it…