Plasticine Cathedral
Warm graffiti covers the walls
A plaque reads:
“Write your message here
It will be heard”
The purple crucifix
That softest symbol
Your fingers knead it
Leave new dimples
The church whispers,
“Just ask.
Change me.
I might not have an answer
but you can carve your own out of my insides”
The purple crucifix
That softest symbol
your fingers need it
leave new dimples
bend it: any shape
ride it on the altar
people join you, hold you: hold them
or take it to a corner
enjoy it in the dark
This church is as soft as I am
Its walls pulse ‘welcome’
Come feel it
Climb it
Carve it
Love it
Today was a big of struggle. Here is something musical that doesn't necessarily go with the poem:
