My Cathedral

Never mind the sword set at my head

the gate that separates us lays bounds to worlds apart

never mind the sword set at my gut

the silence of the tomb stays the sword set at my heart

the angel working deep within

her coloured light falls over me

beyond these trees there may be shouts of war

I sense the sword beneath me

sometimes rest with it upon me

thinking I’m not fit to hack at others’ armour any more

But here in my cathedral

the forest of renewal

the waters of my coming clean

the paths I know so well

leave the threatening swords behind me

leave the trauma at the trail head

take one sword to remind me there are stories left to tell

but now is not the time

renew myself before

I fly into the breach once more

descend back into hell

The Lord of Truce begs leave to know my plan

the strife has made me weary and I’m too close to see

I may be ready shortly, perhaps a little longer

but tell him “I can’t speak now” then seal and sign it, me

the angel working deep within

the space she sets aside for me

the anguish and the parries

seem so very far away

looked at from a distance

I know there’ll be an answer

but resting now assures that I will fight that fight one day

And here in my cathedral

the forest of renewal

the waters of my coming clean

the paths I know so well

leave the threatening swords behind me

leave the trauma at the trail head

take one sword to remind me there are stories left to tell

but now is not the time

renew myself before

I fly into the breach once more

descend back into hell