The Inner Sanctum
I looked around your great cathedral,
And saw many marvelous works,
Works of Hebrew, Latin,and Greek
Works that were fashioned by the great Michaelangelo.
Now he being fashioned in a great sleep.
After times past, I would go in and look.
The arc of the ceiling spelled words that entered my heart. The pictures praised
words that would fall as plaster.
The dynamic brush strokes are wiped away with time and the most of the paint is
transparent and dull.
Many people find their way through this place and see the memory.
Copyright © Pathan Love | Year Posted 2007
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