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!