Home to not just one god but two.
These walls that tower over me and you
have heard two thousand years of human prayer
in tongues it hurts my head to think about.
I walk beneath the candy-striped vaults
with dark-veiled women whose sandaled feet
have rubbed the stone floors to a pure polish.
It’s Mary that I’ve come here to meet,
to watch her make her skyward leap,
her robed flesh at once as light as air.
It’s a moment that has caused some to doubt,
but today it seems no faith is foolish.
I can nearly hear the muezzin’s haunting call,
the cathedral bells tolling for us all.
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