St John’s Abbey, Collegeville, Minnesota
For Michael Dennis Browne
Concrete ribs cage a breath
of sky; we stir
the slumbering wind,
firing it against
the brutalist immensity
in a spray of song;
stained glass bleeds
gold on our skin;
a ricochet
lingers
like the rumor
of God.
Image: Saint John’s Abbey Church by ya3hs3, on Flickr via a Creative Commons License
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This poem is as beautiful as the church. Words, songs, architecture. All glorifying God.