My Cathedral
By Beluriel
In the cathedral of my soul,
The air is cool, the light is dim,
A deep-toned bell begins to toll,
A rhythmic, resonant, somber hymn.
The walls are tree trunks, tall and wide,
Reflecting winter, fall and spring,
Summer dwells in branches high,
And warms my heart with feeling.
The bell sings on, its deep voice true,
Now joined by others, low and high,
The wind sings counterpoint, passing through,
And carries my paean to the gleaming sky.
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© 2007 Beluriel
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On Sunday, March 4, 2007, blue
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I am taken.. thank you. ~b
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On Sunday, February 18, 2007, zanewill
(84) wrote:
words woven wonderfully
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A former member wrote:
ooooh..the imagery in this is beautiful, and the rhyme scheme...wow! The way the words tumbled and flowed through my mind gave this a haunting quality. Excellent piece. ~*Beth*~
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On Sunday, February 18, 2007, jack paper
(126) wrote:
i could feel my self in this church, this dream, growing up around me like giant redwoods... what we hold inside can be truly amazing... good write
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A former member wrote:
very good imagery.I really liked your poem
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On Monday, February 19, 2007, Beluriel
(5) wrote:
Thank you all for the comments. I appreciate the appreciation!