While waiting for the train on the cold morning of February 28th, the following poem began to take shape. It seemed to me that the uncertain skies that day paralleled the uncertain time that lies ahead for the Church before the election of the next Pontiff.
Sede Vacante
Dawn paints the heavens
Marian blue
Splashed with grey-white clouds
That dither indecisively
Between the joy-filled brightness of thanksgiving
And the stark somberness of sorrow
Across an ocean
A basilica stands
Like a hearth
Where no fire burns,
Devoid of warmth, light, comfort, or cheer;
The chair of Peter is empty.
Lovely images, Trevor; they capture the mood very clearly. Thanks very much.
Thank you. This is lovely.