Awed by it's architecture
I step inside
Gigantic gothic arches
Rise on either side atop
Cork red marble pillars
Along each side of the aisle
A colossal feat of construction
Created in Pugin's style.
Splendid stained glass windows
Depicting saints of glory
Sun's rays shine through the hues
Each panel tells a story
Intricate mosaics frame special shrines
Beneath me the Augustinian crest inlaid
I gaze at the elaborately ornate high altar
Where hosts of priests have prayed
Jesus and his apostles in white Carrara marble
The Last Supper, around a table
Priceless treasures by master craftsmen
Gifted, artistic, diligent and able.
Carved confessionals along each side
Painted Stations of the Cross hang in between
I scan the detail in The Great Window
The largest stained glass that I've seen.
I pray for health and happiness for my family
By Our Lady of Good Counsel, as I stand alone
The spire of Pugin's vision, a beacon for the faithful
A graceful sanctuary for prayer, a poem in stone.
When you begin to abhor what you have made, it is then that your good works are beginning, since you are accusing yourself of your evil works.
St. Augustine of Hippo.