The Cathedral
The Cathedral
It rose from where the elders once had stood
And slowly grew to what we see today,
Its towers, reaching upwards, stand alone
To show the way our destiny might lay.
Great cloisters show the quiet life they led
And echo footsteps trod in years gone by,
Reminding us, who follow in their stead,
Just why the spires point upwards to the sky.
How quiet still the corridors run true,
Towards a heart that beat for one and all,
Great walls of light present a wondrous view
To those who come in peace to heed the call.
A sacred hand, raised up, to rich and poor,
That welcomes us today, as those before.
Copyright © Tim Riding | Year Posted 2020
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