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

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.