Guillermo Veloso

Bronze Star - 2,752 Points (September 25 1962 / New York City)

Morning Mass - Poem by Guillermo Veloso

Astonishing
This pulpit of sound
Every bird a preacher
Every preacher a prophet
The sound of this mass
Rises me more to the crux of the thing
Than any celibate monk
Here, the infinite arises like
Vapors from the dew
With no need for fear
Starling, mourning dove, cardinal and robin
“Rise now…this is your Cathedral”


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 18, 2011


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