The air scent heavy with the morning rain
As tall as the cathedral spire looking to heaven.
Tumbling out of the sky in big dollops falling
To the ground forming puddles.
I remember the smell of the polished wooden pews
As I entered the cathedral and the smell of wet
Clothing mingling together, a musty odour
Sometimes found in old wardrobes.
I remember the brass cross on the Communion table
Like the one I saw in Paris, with all the home thoughts
From abroad. It had rained there too, a softer rain that
Kissed your face like a sprinkling of Holy water.
Upturned faces looking at lofty beams and arches
Like tall masts of ships with lines of rigging pointing
To God in heaven asking for a blessing and a safe
Passage.Just to see this life through.
Outside the rain came down glistening the pavement
With a shine as people walked about their day
Looking for the meaning of life in all its complexity
And seeking answers to their existence.
At the cathedral - Looking for the meaning of life. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
Excellent write David, very philosophical and inspired. Enjoyed reading.
Oh, so nice. A softer rain that kissed your face like a sprinkling of Holy Water That is beautiful! Loved it!
In a show about particle physics, I heard a comparison of cathedrals to particle accelerators. But a comparison to tall ships- very original, I think! Great job. Wonderful metaphor too.
Man is in eternal quest after the meaning of life and the riddles of existence! Man can only turn to God in Heaven perhaps for a better vision of life! Enjoyed the poem!
It's a spiritual write, men seeking guidance and bliss in bowing before God, very vivid imagery that helps to form a picture in mind.
I quote the following for your own poetry in which you are always Looking for the meaning of life in all its complexity And seeking answers to their existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great poem about well what's it all about 10/10 + : OD BB