Which swallow faith
And offer up a better way,
Behind their smiles
The lessons lie
Hypnotic drone to draw us near.
Row on row
To lead us in and lose our way,
The call to prayer
To make us see
The gulf between their gift and us.
To heaven’s veil
The temples torn with clearer sight,
Yet built again
With glory seen
To bury us beneath their will.
With blessed hand
A monument to give us place,
We stretch our arms
Our feet still anchored in the sand.
This poem was inspired by a prompt posted by VickLinde(http://vclinde.wordpress.com/). She has posted a wonderful piece of artwork entitled ‘Cattedrale’ which is by Piero Pizzi Cannella.
You should check her site out if she’s unfamiliar to you.