POETRY: Miserere by Margaret Philbrick

Miserere by Margaret Philbrick

Sunsets blue on San Miniato al Monte,
keeping time with Vesper monks,
chanting Latin in dusty robes as
yellow warmth stripes the ancient floor.
Kneelers creek,
knees rub,
prayers rise
with incense, harmonies unseen.
Sunlight bridges an ocean of years,
antiphonal groanings now in street clothes.
Scuffed shoes ascend, descend
modernist steps and answer
the hunger of hearts for echo,
of cries unceasing,
hearts unending.
Linking us with the holy,
with the solely, devoted
suffering servants
of his choir.

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