Ghost In A Cathedral Poem by Michael Brosky

Could you hear the whisper
At silent prayer during mass?
Perhaps a glimpse of shadow
Or a little chill that passed?

I'm just a ghost in a cathedral
The world echoes from below
Just a ghost in a cathedral
The only holiness I've known

Slaughter walks the halls
Of the secular distraction
And I played along
In my own fashion
Until the bells tolled for my reckoning
Like a home, that cathedral beckoning

I'm just a ghost in a cathedral
To where the pigeons have flown
Just a ghost in a cathedral
The only safety I've known

Looking down upon
The faithful in their choir
Singing until dawn
Denying their desire
Thus was I until I rose above the scene
Waiting for some joy to intervene

I'm just a ghost in a cathedral
To where the lonely bell is blown
Just a ghost in a cathedral
The only life I've ever known

Candles daily lit
Hopes by the faithful glow
That's all to it
Just a mere light in dark to show
Walking in the shadows amongst the lonely prayers
Scrambling like dogs for a soul to get their share
(Oh, not me, anymore)

I'm just a ghost in a cathedral
Free of those stiff bones
Just a ghost in a cathedral
The only freedom I've ever known
Amongst the pine
I'm looking for something to call mine
The brooks and moss
By the cathedral I walk
I see you on Sundays
With all those voices droning up
I hear your prayers with any luck
Of earthly loss
I still really have it all
From this great loft
I only miss one thing in life I saw

I'm just a ghost in a cathedral
It is true
Here in these sad pines
Only missing you

I watch you pray