Cathedral

Poem No. 223

This has been a quiet, introspective week for me, so I think I’ll let this week’s poem stand with little commentary on my part.

I’ll only say it’s a very recent poem, written on the last day of

Petra Hernandez

’s February Poetry Adventure. As such, I think it’s just beginning to teach me what it has to offer:

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When God looks down
at this cathedral
perhaps she
on occasion sees

the stained glass windows
and Gothic spires scratching 
at the underside of heaven.

But I know for certain
she tallies each careful stitch
in every homespun jacket,
and each square of fabric in every

handmade patchwork blanket
that for five centuries
kept the workers warm.

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I hope this finds you well and warm,
~ A

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