Cathedral vaulted ceiling for the amplification of God.
I could not hear him in my life now without
this breadth of stone sky to hold me up.
The ceiling unfolds with the grace of wings
feathers enclosing us safe in darkness.
The stone ribs hold shadows of lungs,
that breath angel dust,
a sandstone breath drifting down
catching gold in the light.
This cathedral is vast almost beyond comprehension,
but we’re both made from the same dust of creation.
As large as the sky it came, like us, from the earth.
Let us be the architecture of God.
Big enough to grant shelter, to bring peace.
To let all come in. Strong enough to love.
For though like these walls we can feel worn thin
by the passing of time, the weight of our lives.
If we take our sandstone soft
human love and metamorphosis
make it harder, denser, stronger
We become quartzite.
Crystal, unchanging, inert.
The unbreakable heart of God.
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