Path to Heaven

[Degorram]

A cathedral does not know

of the peasants entering its gates

to learn of grace

from its sunlit windows;

nor does it understand

the hushed awe

filling its great expanses.

Centuries old,

it still does not recognize

as one more human

gazes,

open mouthed,

at its reverent grandeur.

In manus tuas commendo spiritum meum.

A silent prayer whispers through the eaves,

and I treasure these things in my heart.