Steeple piercing sky, you left the cathedral door cracked for the hunched-back,
For people like me, too feeble to turn handle, never nimble, none-too-quick,
And here there is an altar at which to pray, night and day, whatever one has to say,
And God must be listening from vaulted heaven, ne’er assaulted by cries from below
In tragic humanity’s last great show, throwing caution to the wind at every bend,
So does this poor man kneel and whisper, hushed tone echoing across stone floor
Before rising like incense to throne of truth and justice, with soul-deep moans,
Thank you for leaving cathedral door cracked neath steeple grand and imposing
5 thoughts on “Leave the Door Cracked”
God is always there! Well done, Jonathan.
Ah! Thank you so very much, Miriam!
Superb and poem full of truth and reality, Jonathan. God is even in the cracked cathedral door. He is everywhere and in everything. This world of duality and illusion is all his creation. Lovely poem.
Thank you so very much, as always, and blessings to you, my dear Kamal!
You are always welcome too dear Jonathan. Blessings and Light to you. Take care and stay safe.