Noveyre

Amber In The Abbey

There is amber in the abbey,

the fossils of old faith

a golden resin religion

to which the poorly pray 

 

Under stone arches and carvings

beneath long gothic windows 

the wonderstruck are worshipping 

their own human credence 

 

whether that belief is wholly benediction

or a selfishness in truth;

whether people act as angels

or as rich abbots of old 

 

but the honest ones, that sing holy hymns

and mean it well, and enlighten heaven

I must admit, they are the most baffling

those who endeavor to have faith in humanity 

 

when at times it seems too impossible

if you look at our world today-

everything that is sin worthy

is committed by cruel clergies 

 

yet they remain, with both hands clasped

an utterance of aphorism upon their nephilim lips

praising the amber in the abbey, holy is their mass, 

the wonderstruck are worshipping their own human credence.