...and the footsteps of beggars cause the earth to tremble once again.  [Monsieur Ouine]

farewell to Yesterday

crumbling, the cathedral is crumbling

listen to the cracks widening

the hammers swaying against the bells in their shells

see the roaches scatter

fleeing the failure of structures

of love, of truth, of caring for each other

listen to the cassocks dropping

curates and rectors from doors flying

listen to the stained glass falter

while all the saints of yore tumble

shattered and scattered as shards of glory

it happens that no stone's upon a stone

no sound of pipes awakens at Mass

or lulls one to sleep before they exit

is this the farewell to dead Yesterdays

the inauguration of a new Today

when flowers bloom through the salt

and the salt sweetens the waters again?

perhaps, now, perhaps...

Jesus might rise in the dead

and the saints in poverty can be true again

and go forth talking, taking Fire as a friend

*...encouraging an interchange between art and faith does not mean seeking the dissolution of their inherent differences, or the absorption of the one by the other.

-Theodore L. Prescott

*To engage art is to use it, and it will do something to or for you, even it if does not cause you to go on a buying spree.

-Theodore L. Prescott

*One aspect of receiving and having faith is some fundamental reordering of the way one looks at the world.  Faith begins to de-fang that hungry, omnivorous creature within each of us, the one that so easily turns people or things into objects to satisfy our appetites....  So one result of faith then is that we can begin to relax and get to know each other, and creation itself, not as means to our ends, but as God's means of display.

-Theodore L. Prescott