THE GOTHIC CATHEDRAL

While walking down a quiet country road
One day, before the sun had warmed the air,
I paused amid two rows of stately trees
Whose branches soared majestically above
And met to form a ceiling overhead.

They nearly blocked the morning sky from view,
Though solitary rays of solar light
Were able still to pierce the gothic roof
And scatter golden flecks of dancing beams
Across the shadowed earth beneath my feet.

Could some believing architect who lived
In ages past have witnessed such a sight
And, driven to his knees in awe, have thought
That all who would in faith receive his Son
Should meet the Deity in such a place?

© 1988 David T. Koyzis