Ruins of a Cathedral

On the altar lies the broken cross
Debris scattered everywhere
Dust blown by the wind
Brings the mist to my eyes.

I sit on the porch overlooking
The ruins of a majestic sanctuary
After a thousand years of the sun’s shining
The pillars are broken down, bricks reduced to rubble.

I pick up a stone, and throw it inside
Chants of the ages echo back
Reviving the choir--
the ancient melodies.

Listen closely to the melody
The singing voices and the silence all at once
After a thousand years of the sun’s shining
The ruins of the cathedral still sing.