The heart is a cathedral. Come join me there.
This page will crumble, but do not count the cost.
A tower rises in that endless air.
where beauty is kept and cannot be lost.
The heart is a cathedral. Come join me there?
True poems have a part and are sanctified.
Time is helpless. Light remembering
light invites us in. Set modesty aside.
Powers preserve whoever rises to sing.
The heart is a cathedral. Come join me there?