By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 18, 2012 The Young Seer By Anna Musser The lofty quiet of cathedralsMay be as prayer, or it may be death,A dim-walled tomb for human seeking. Religion had been made incarnate,And the body, growing old, was still worshiped and exalted,And entombed.Color and movement, and the whole hushed music,Were all as for a funeral, drawing toward silence,Closing men’s eyes aforetime.Why did they make Death to be...
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