wood and stone bolted down to protect us all from rain.
and then with singing hearts, some of us start building shrines that rival the sky.
tonight I am walking towards where all the candles are burning.
If you sit beneath her closely, the cathedral stands taller than the sky -
and if you touch the stone, you know, my Mum always said
think of all those other hands!
Look how the cobbles are worn from pilgrim-feet, here years ago.
Dead now. That's what these buildings used to be,
yards full of the pious dead, palms up to the earth.
and when I went to Canterbury, the entry-way limestone
was worn smooth like marble, and I touched it too,
because I knew there must be something good in all this,
such a big building, so many hands and feet.
a great warm shivering heart
that sits like a bird perched in the middle of my city.
Two big eyes that face out, casting light
back to when everything was young, and she was
Feb 19, 2022
Feb 19, 2022 at 4:02 PM UTC
wood and stone bolted down to protect us all from rain.
and then with singing hearts, some of us start building shrines that rival the sky.
tonight I am walking towards where all the candles are burning.
If you sit beneath her closely, the cathedral stands taller than the sky -
and if you touch the stone, you know, my Mum always said
think of all those other hands!
Look how the cobbles are worn from pilgrim-feet, here years ago.
Dead now. That's what these buildings used to be,
yards full of the pious dead, palms up to the earth.
and when I went to Canterbury, the entry-way limestone
was worn smooth like marble, and I touched it too,
because I knew there must be something good in all this,
such a big building, so many hands and feet.
a great warm shivering heart
that sits like a bird perched in the middle of my city.
Two big eyes that face out, casting light
back to when everything was young, and she was
