CATHEDRAL - A POEM BY A.H. SCOTT

Cathedral 


In the cathedral of books, there is a stream of sounds and silenceAmongst the tomes that line walls of wood and floors of marble, the chorus takes their placesLibrarians lift up their quills, as conductors of this symphony of finesseScattered thoughts scribbled on pieces of paper, as children scurry towards their sectionVariety of words, from nonsensical to philosophical tune up for the melody of existenceMan and woman cradle and readWoman and woman kiss amongst the poetry aisleMan and man flip through graphic novels and touch hands with warmth Democracy is the hymn hummed in this cathedralClasp book in palms, open it with heeded anticipation Everyone....let's begin our prayer: "Celestial angels, we thank you for these feathers upon pages that caress our imagination, mind and soul...." Cathedral's magical wisdom blesses our brains with letters, images and the tune of yesterday, today and tomorrow contained
- A.H. Scott 
12/4/13






(image - Rijksmuseum Library, Amsterdam)