Cathedral
In this place secluded,
candles burn and chorded
music breathes its way
through pipes of steel.
There is a lingua franca
murmured softly between
saint and saint ... of spirit
and of sacrifices made.
Here, to those preoccupied
with the unseen, evil for
the moment seems at bay
and bound and peace reigns
in souls given over
to love.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2014
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