Make Haste

Ten kid mom kneeling on the prie-dieu,
Her youngest had fallen and hit the floor,
While running through the church gallery door.
The nine ahead now slide into a pew.
An old, kind woman stumbling on her shoe,
Trying to avoid the whole mishap, poor
Sense of balance and shaken to the core,
Flying past the buttress, harmed not, who knew?

Lancet windows may well narrate the scene,
Two thousand year history yet risks increase.
Pinnacles and steeples, man He creates,
Dotting the hills like jewels for a Queen.
While chapels radiate, no hazards cease,
His saving power, all nations and states.

- Gary Edward Geraci