Cathedral of the Mind
by Adele Seronde ~ Sedona author, poet and artist
I
Is peace our transient snowfall
covering vast peaks
of our intolerance
enmity and hate?
Do we also bury underlying fields:
the forests, swamps and byways
of disaffection—
and neglect all creatures living—
with white indifference?
Perhaps, alternatively,
snowflakes of the dazzled soul
do actually seep
into our unsuspecting hearts
allowing us a dawn of freshened
hopes
a gold-edged radiance where
we actually act in harmony?
18 IMAGINE l Autumn 2015
II
It seems
the way to rein
the trampling Biblical
pale horse,
the way to fill
extended gaping breaks
of fledgling greeds
the way to topple
towering Babel’s grasp at God
might be:
to give peace
winged Pegasus
to fly!
III
Peace is not a tranquil being
Nor is she docile.
She has not arrived at cessation
of hostility
through random choice
of all man’s usual ploys;
No, she has come to celebrate—
to make
a cathedral of the mind;
to build up, stone by stone
the walls, flying buttresses
of prayer
wherein
soul may thrive.
When peace is credible
she bolts as lightning
jolts heart and blood and bones
with urgency
of passion to create.
Peace:
the need
the way
the means
to sculpt our life
from turmoil’s stone.