Four Meditations* Poem by Neil Young

i. Rosace

Some forgotten grace
Lights the window's leaded face
Filled with compassion;
Stains God's will upon the floor;
Blood of Christ for evermore.


ii. Organist

Dupré and Vierne
Hang and drift like incense mist.
Chromatic chords roar!
Tire his eyes, never his ears.
He tames the gallery's beast.


iii. Communion

We seek redemption
And kneel. The same old faces
In lines priestwards flood;
Mass-aholic Catholics,
Lips craving body and blood.


iv. Votive

Candles are glowing,
Hopeful, anonymous prayers;
Fears, woes, left in code;
Words the angels' eyes shall read.
May God's grace fulfil our need.