A visit to Gaudi's Sagrada Familia in Barcelona lead to the following:




THE UNFINISHED CATHEDRAL


Your Grace, let us forgo the Michelangelo skies -

Their golden harmonies too pure, too perfect
For our rustic place

Where primal columns rise, glint like mid-summer
Over a nave still naked and innocent.

Your Eminence, let us send the workers home -

And invite our Muslims, our Jews, our Humanists, Hindus
The Harbour-women who cast petals on the sea.

Let us climb freely, up through un-claimable light.
In a forest-cool air

Draw the same breath of heaven.
In concert mouth the love-songs loudest in our heads.

Your Holiness, won't you join us.



ms (2005)


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