Standing Hatless In The Cathedral

 

In the palace of prayer

there arises

in the minds

of some

a need

not only to fend for themselves

(which is of course, understandable),

but to:

Bite

Claw

Tear

Rape

Kick

Stab

Degrade

Undo

Bury

Push

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Stomp

and otherwise

Extinguish

 

For The Sake Of The Lord.

 

Standing hatless

in the cathedral,

All grey and groaning stone,

under two-hundred foot high

ceilings that echo still

with the

Stained Glass Prayers of

The Righteous (in quotes),

I feel less close

to God

than

ever.