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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.

Milton on the Monday After Easter Break

Fifteen ‘til seven now

(That’s by my watch which nowadays

Pain of Late Conversion

Have mercy, Lord, and by your blood

wash from my brain

the sly recurring pain

…

To Phoebe*

Phoebe,

Gentle handmaid

Of us all,

Who assisted Paul

And others

Of the early church,

…