Why have you come and disturbed my rest?
You have no intent, in this holy place, to utter a single prayer
Yet above me you stand and gawk and stare
Of my very presence you seem fully unaware
Some have come to rub my brass – but of me no interest is shown
Of my might in battle, or service to throne
Of voyages and holy lands seen
So, why have you come and disturbed my rest?
What have you come to see?
Arches and pillars – is that all?
What of God – and what of me?
Padre
Many of the people that visit Medieval churches and cathedrals tour these places without an awareness of the nobles, knights, and clerics over whose memorial slabs and graves they tread.
Your poem might hunt me during my next church visit 🙂
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Haunt I meant, argh!
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Wow, this is an interesting poem!
Now, I’ll make sure I do my research before going to one of these places 😀
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Padre, I love this and it reminds me that faith is not about arches and pillars, or a building. Thank you for an excellent poem.
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