The Cathedral Remains

 

I have died too many times before 

or maybe I have never truly lived.  

At times only the Cathedral remains

its spires piercing the heavens.

Despair can invade these hallowed 

spaces like an impenetrable fog

even as sorrows ever soar and

my thoughts scatter to the wind.

The edifice suffers superficial

sacrileges yet remains sound

filling with a melancholy song that 

calls me to something higher.

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