Issue 6 – Kristofco


John P. Kristofco

Building a Cathedral


it is not the task of brick or wood,
they say, but building a cathedral
that gave meaning to his day
though he felt the sunlight fill his hands,
sweat shimmer in his eyes,
saw ruddy workmen rumble stones,
heard masons on the scaffold
talk of daughters, the apothecary’s horse;

and, as he planed the piece of oak into a pew,
he wondered back and forth about his home,
the shiver of his wife at night,
his barley bread and ale;
fore and back, rhythm of his heart,
slowly smoothed into the wood,
embedded with his soul in benches
they still use to find their way,
pray for resurrection