The Cathedral

Within the hallowed nave
Twixt the sanctuary walls
Dwells the Calm Who ever beckons
The Silence Who e'er calls.

To the eye of man it seems
A lovely empty space
Yet myriads of angels
Fill the peaceful place.

The statues are the figures
Of the spirits present there-
The saints and all the angels
Who guard the sacred stair.

Relics there are, too
The ancient holy bones
The vestige of the holy ones
Who sit on golden thrones.

The Presence there is mighty
Though a whispered Voice and still;
The One Who made the mountains,
The trees, the skies, the hills.

It is He the hosts adore
With their endless praise and song
Listen, oh! And one may hear
The voices of the throng.

Within the hallowed nave
Twixt the pillars, strong and tall
I gaze upon my Dearest Love
My God, my King, my All!

A Riddle

A common dessert that all have tasted

Not pleasant at all, but not to be wasted

Though it has no sweetness that man can tell

It’s richness lies in knowing one’s faults well