Poem: This towering edifice of shining glass

This towering edifice of shining glass
which speaks of power, of status and of class.
will one day fall, a glittering shower of shards,
will flutter like the children's house of cards.

These temples of our vanity and pride
like expectations of the crucified
will lie in dust and rubble that we raze,
not like the Christ who, later, God might raise.

Continues...
 

Andrew Pratt (born 1948)

Words © 22/10/2012 Stainer & Bell Ltd, London, England, www.stainer.co.uk. 

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