A Revelation - Poem by Dann Thomas
This Church built on the Temple of Solomon's lines,
Where Papal smoke announces the crowned Holiness.
Simple straight lines that encloses grandiose designs.
High pointed roof reaching up to heavenly finesse.
He steps lightly into the absolute quiet within,
Every corner a silence that echoes before it melts.
A physical void, devoid of life is not empty within,
For there in that quiet, God's presence was felt.
Looking up in to the ceiling He saw the hands
of creation stretching the canvas of the sky.
He saw the great lights fixed for life in their bands,
And the genesis of man to a rib that did defy.
On that grand sky he saw Noah riding the flood.
Lamenting the fall of Jerusalem was Jeremiah.
Ezekiel harkens to the Lord, David draws blood.
The seed of Jesse's line and Moses and Isaiah.
As the Son raised up, Moses lifts up the bronze serpent.
The end of time, the good and void decorate the Altar,
When all of history meets once at the seat of Judgement
To show every man and woman why another, for them did falter.
With that great vision Michelangelo then knelt in prayer.
For in that quiet, to him was unveiled a Revelation's dream.
He rose climbing up the scaffold to paint a picture so rare
And explain God's magnificent story on the great Sistine.
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