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Cathedral What we see in the woods In that sanctuary of perfection No notion of shoulds or coulds But natural obedience to direction. Some go there and marvel “Heaven” they say pointing To beams that light extemporal Who bow, but miss the anointing. Creation displays in every day What heaven is like when all obey. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2013-04-28 18:37:39
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 8.75000
Line 4 is my fav line.All of creation seems to have no problem finding harmony within in its self it is only humanity that seems to exsist in fits and starts. Thnakyou for a thoughtfull work