I was away for some days. While I had good intentions of posting while away, I didn’t. We all know what road is paved with them.

I believe today’s poem was written after my husband and I visited the Washington Cathedral in our country’s capital city.

 

CATHEDRAL MEDITATION

Stillness in shadow,

hints of purple glow;

Solid granite grey

holds, anchors spirit;

Lines flow parallel skyward,

tracks for hope;

Glossy soft light beams

from worn path in stone;

Solo sounds caress reds,

blues of sky tones,

Smooth melody accompanies

thoughts to questions;

Single notes embrace

sketchy creed, as

Fragile faith is nourished

in chapel solitude.

Richard E. Lake