dedicated to Christian belief and unflinching
These Church towers, silhouetted against the
Invite the rural peoples to remember their past
With its determined down-to-earth values that
would live on for ages --
Live on in the soil, in the town and in the
unbroken chains of life-in-death.
The sentinels evoke memories of bygone days,
When community, enlivened by its sense of
Brought all peoples as one to the rural Church and
Gathering outside, after Holy Mass, the folks
Families were invited for dinner and card playing,
While the children shared fun in creative games of
Cops and Robbers enjoyed in a sense of loving
The table, heavy with farm food, offered its store of
homemade, succulent wonders
That blue-ribboned themselves on the pantry shelf.
In the evening dusk, as families parted for hearth
The quiet, still Gothic towers, emphasizing the
center of life and loving faith, could be seen
As far as the naked eye could penetrate.
There, against the darkened sky, the gaunt steeples
mock the unseeing world.
With their chide of a loss of faith and devoted,
The morning chimes ring out joyously to the world
for another day--another hour of living faith,
Renewed in the evolving mystical experience of
Thoreau's "more day to dawn--the sun is but
a morning star."