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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.

A Stage Exists Someplace

When players voices no longer ring,

A set becomes a shabby…

When Angels Danced

When angels danced on heads of pins

The ways of men were means not ends;

…

Lines Written in the Dominican College Library

However pure this love, however holy,

I want to hold your poor flesh in my…