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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,

…

Solomon Serves

“Blessed are the eyes which see the things that you see: for I tell you,…

“Trilogy”

In the beginning
A Mind, Eternal.
Then

A mind, created.

A sweet Whispering,