Aftermath Of A Cathedral Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

waking up at 3 a.m. at first, no thought

it's still dark

then suddenly, the sinking of the heart anew



oh no, it really happened not to you

to the cathedral

weeping embers still



oh blessed mirage,

kaleidoscopic ark

and smouldering dawn



no war did this.

what must they think of us

in Heaven



who built you stone on stone

that you might remain

the myriad tollling



hours refrain from speech

what words can reach

what hearts can comprehend



the loveliness lost

how mended, how

we kneel in your dust



and find

His radiance still,

within.



mary angela douglas 16 april 2019