in the cathedral of our feeling
they have shattered the rose windows
so that real roses weep
even without
dew or rain
because the gargoyles
have come inside
filling the beautiful air with
mere vacuity;
sifting all colors through
a darkening sun.
because they have taken our
purest shadows and
sewn them together so
that we cannot move-
our hearts will launch
into dazzling light
undeterred
mary angela douglas 8 august 2007
