in bright sunlight, with the choir singing, the faithful at prayer
and the Cardinal's impeccable decibels reaching above and beyond
the work of Bernini.
Strange how the tourists can chatter, seemingly unmoved.
And the Romans let the occasion pass them by.
But an inner voice is speaking,
reminding me not to confuse faith with spectacle.
And I am reminded of Mother Theresa, who,
stayed for just as long as it took to greet
her friend, and spiritual father.
A colossus - in the arena of life
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© Cormac McCloskey
This poem was amended by me on 13th February 2011.
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