In God's House
My poem about the Minster in York where I live. It's breath-taking.
Quite short, I know. You really have to go and see the building itself.
I stand,
Alone,
In the centre of all things,
As time flows like sand.
Pillars crack,
Stone crosses back and forth,
Fire blazes,
And voices sing in triumph.
Then I stand,
Alone,
In empty halls,
Songs echoing up from the chasms of the earth.
And I'm wondering
Why,
Though I'm alone, I feel so alive.
And why,
There's a white bird in a bell tower, singing.
One of my only 'praise God' poems. Do you like? Please Review!
