Morning Mass Poem by guillermo veloso

Morning Mass



Astonishing
This pulpit of sound
Every bird a preacher
Every preacher a prophet
The sound of this mass
Rises me more to the crux of the thing
Than any celibate monk
Here, the infinite arises like
Vapors from the dew
With no need for fear
Starling, mourning dove, cardinal and robin
“Rise now…this is your Cathedral”

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