Saving the Cathedral 1
What counts as old? Columbus paddling ashore
on Cuba? Winchester Cathedral knocks
the Genoese out of his sodden socks,
for it was born four centuries before.
The longest nave in Europe. Slender threads
of Gothic columns spring like strands of frost
and soar, as if to heaven, till they cross
and mesh to form the vault, high overhead.
Cathedrals! What a glorious invention!
A skeleton as delicate as a wren’s,
with multi-coloured, fragile stained-glass skins,
and all poised like a spring, in graceful tension!
Men made it with a plumb-line and a hod,
and genuine desire to honour God.
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