The Timeless Cathedral.
A sentinel of stone and glass,
Where shadows dance in reverent bands,
And whispered prayers in silence pass.
Its spires reach toward the sky,
A testament to faith and art,
Each carving, crafted with a sigh,
A glimpse into the maker's heart.
The arches rise, embracing light,
A symphony in hues of gold,
Where morning's blush and dusk's last sight
In sacred harmony unfold.
The nave, a river of quiet grace,
Where footsteps echo, soft and low,
And every face, a timeless trace
Of those who came, and those who go.
The windows, stories etched in glass,
Of saints and sinners, joy and pain,
A kaleidoscope where shadows pass,
And sunlight falls like gentle rain.
In corners dim, where candles glow,
The faithful kneel in silent prayer,
Their hopes and fears in whispers flow,
To find some solace, waiting there.
The organ's voice, a thunderous roar,
Fills the vast expanse with song,
From heaven's gate to earth's broad floor,
Its mighty chords, both pure and strong.
Each pillar stands, a sentinel,
In silent witness to the years,
As stories only stone can tell,
Of laughter, love, of grief, of tears.
The cloistered walk, where peace resides,
A haven from the world outside,
Where ancient stones, with secrets, bide,
And time itself seems to abide.
The altar, gilded, stands serene,
A symbol of eternal light,
Where faith is forged in the unseen,
And day surrenders to the night.
In winter's chill, in summer's heat,
The cathedral holds its steadfast place,
A sanctuary from the street,
A symbol of enduring grace.
Its bells, like heralds, call to all,
To gather, to reflect, to pray,
Their echoing, a timeless call,
Through night’s embrace and break of day.
Beneath its vaults, the ages pass,
A tapestry of life unfurled,
Where shadows dance on sunlit glass,
And heaven’s light infuses world.
The choir's hymn, a whisper sweet,
A melody of purest form,
In harmonies where hearts do meet,
And souls, in quiet, are transformed.
Its doors, wide open, welcome all,
The weary, lost, the searching soul,
Within its walls, both great and small,
Find peace, find purpose, and find whole.
The crypts below, where silence reigns,
Hold echoes of the distant past,
In stone and dust, in ancient strains,
A legacy, forever cast.
Each sculpted saint, each painted scene,
A story told in still repose,
Of love divine, of grace unseen,
In every line, a promise glows.
The labyrinth, a path to tread,
In mindful steps, a journey made,
Where thoughts of old, and words unsaid,
In quiet steps, begin to fade.
Above, the vault, like heaven's dome,
A canvas for the artist's dream,
In vibrant hues, where angels roam,
And stars in stained glass windows gleam.
At vesper's hour, the shadows grow,
And silence drapes the sacred halls,
In twilight's hush, the candles’ glow,
Reflects on ancient, timeless walls.
Each sermon preached, each lesson taught,
Resounds within these sacred bounds,
In every heart, in every thought,
The seed of faith, in silence, sounds.
The pulpit stands, a beacon high,
From which the word of truth is spread,
Its simple form, a call to try,
To follow where the wise have led.
In every pew, a soul does sit,
Each life, a story intertwined,
With every prayer, a candle lit,
A bond of faith that’s undefined.
The steeple’s cross, against the blue,
A symbol of unending grace,
Its shadow, falling on the few,
Who seek within this holy place.
As evening falls, and stars appear,
The cathedral stands in solemn might,
A beacon through the darkening sphere,
A testament to love and light.
And when the dawn breaks, soft and new,
Its walls reflect the morning’s glow,
A promise of a day that’s true,
Where hope and faith in light can grow.
In seasons turn, through sun and storm,
The cathedral stands, a constant sight,
A place where hearts are kept warm,
And souls can bask in endless light.
So let the world outside press on,
With all its noise, its rush, its roar,
Within these walls, from dusk to dawn,
The spirit finds its timeless shore.
And as the years, in silence, wane,
The cathedral’s heart beats ever strong,
A sanctuary from life’s pain,
A place where all, in love, belong.
Here, where stone and spirit blend,
In every shadow, light does gleam,
The cathedral stands, a timeless friend,
A beacon of the sacred dream.
