COVENTRY CATHEDRAL

COVENTRY CATHEDRAL

A torn cross of crucified metal

like the twisted girders of a city seared by war

stands in silent serenity.

There is no figure on it;

the pain is not individual

nor is it long ago.

Outside, with a trust that is undeserved,

the ruins of the old reach out to touch the new;

Forgiveness in stone,

raised by the hands of men

perhaps in the half knowledge

that no longer can we say,

“We know not what we do.”

Here man himself has risen again,

knowing and defying all the inhumanities

that man inflicts on man.

these stark walls testify to truth, to hope.

Kneel not, pilgrim.

Here one can worship standing up.