Immensities Of Silence Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I will close my eyes
Bend
My brain and sinews to the
Wet heavens and parched
Immensities of silence.

Hold!
The giant temples ring
With little bells
And with red domes and
Pointed steeples Gothic
The womb of the heavens
Adorn.

For that be Beauty.
Ah! my Monsignor!
Let the violin play
Quick, fast, sinewed
Play!
Ah!
I will close my eyes
Bend
My brain and sinews to the
Wet heavens and parched
Immensities of silence.