Half way between
one corner to the next
the soul walks right through neon
lighted city traffic
across the space where the doors
of the blue stained-glass cathedral opens
to walls painted
faces of innocent angels
their eyes chipped off
from age
looking vaguely at
the years passing.
Every thousand years or so
clouds gather above,
voices echo in chorus with
wind and the honk of city buses
all holy hymns, Hallelujah
Wandering their ears linger to
listen awhile then go
their busy ways to the beat of jazz
Beyond the cathedral window
one surely knows
Heaven is in there.