A choir here:
For them these ranks
And above them pipes of brass and tin.
To sound and show what
Builds a chapel into more,
In the heart of the translated preacher.
Who sees in his little place and littler flock
Not heaven but earth:
Cathedrals.
His service hitched
To the higher unseen.
And to the joy of chiseled grandeur.
Such words:
Not only hope and charity
But nave and sacristy,
Font and crypt,
Robe and stole,
Book and hymn,
Father.
