Over the past couple of years, since I’ve visited many cathedrals and written various poems, I wanted to write a poem that captured my emotions. But poetry doesn’t come for the asking. Sometimes it comes in spurts. If I force it, it sounds terrible.
So I waited, biding my time, until this poem came to me. I can’t say it embodies one particular building or experience, but a combination of them all. The two it most reminds me of are Notre Dame de Paris and Ulm Münster, two very different, gothic pieces of architecture.
The people, like grains of sand
blow through the halls of stone,
like scattered dust amid solid,
gray rock. Sunlight streams
through the chinks of colored
windows, warming some grains
while others go untouched
in shadow, and others yet hide
amid the cracks of rock
ne’er to move despite where
the wind blows and seeps
through the halls, causing the sand
to dance across this ancient earth.
Let’s chat! What did you think of the poem? If you’ve ever set foot in a cathedral, what was your first experience like? What is one of your favorite cathedrals to visit?