1 Thessalonians 3:12-13(Universalis)
Before The Saints’ Bones (St Lawrence Cathedral Trogir, Croatia)
We stand with death alone
In a crowded room.
To each his own speechlessness
Tumbling down the hollows of loss,
Folding back and back
The echoes of mortality
Centuries of blood ran through;
Down the long shafts of dusty bones
Or those we stand upon,
Marble after marble
Shapes of us beneath the sanctity of light
And intricate lofts of the stone-spun lace.
Our humanity's leaning relief
Above relics in their velvet-quiet box
We close in our stare
And remains of disbelieving.
Our supple, trying flesh
Still bright and breathing
Above the difficult languages of stone
And dark phrases of the open ground,
Within songs on fire
The saints are singing
For love of our Lord and God,
For all that were, and are becoming,
And could have been,
And could have been.