Inside St. Vitus Cathedral in Prague, a project 600 years in the building . . . six hundred years . . .


There will be no more cathedrals built
as St. Vitus was in Prague,
over six-hundred years
The toil begun and cornerstones laid
by those who knew
a roof would not be achieved
in their lifetime,
or those of grandsons

These were men looking beyond mortality,
these architects,
these craftsmen
of dreams
Mankind no longer spends a lifetime
on his knees,
either to pray or to build
and there’s sense in that

But I stand in the shadow of this cathedral
and watch the sunlight sift
through a sieve of stained-glass,
in stunned wonder
at the sheer beauty of that labor
No, they’ll not be built again
as this one was
and that’s all that can be said

Poetry Collection: Broken Pieces
This poem is included in
Jim Freeman’s
poetry collection
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