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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,

…

On the Trinity

When time was yet unmade nor seasons wrought,

Beginning’s birth unborn and unbegun,

Then God’s…

The Night the Sauerkraut Exploded

The night the sauerkraut

Exploded we were all

Asleep. In dreams we heard

The awful…