I: Cathedral#
A church atop a steepled hill,
Foundation layers ages old,
Remains in spirit standing still.
The shattered stains on window sill,
With marble halls of lichen mold,
A church atop a steepled hill.
Decrepit pews of souls fulfill
What congregation left untold,
Remains in spirit standing still.
The circled streets possess no will
Except the signs that staked and sold
A church atop a steepled hill.
But tower high such pointed skill,
Through silken skies of glittered gold,
Remains in spirit standing still.
Ignore the wind, the biting chill,
And cast your final gaze, behold:
A church atop a steepled hill
Remains in spirit standing still.
Original: March 2025
Revised: June 2025
Date |
Publication |
Status |
|---|---|---|
March 27, 2025 |
Think Journal |
Rejected |
June 25, 2025 |
Apus Journal |
Pending |