The End
I saw the cathedral today...but it had no face.
All its fine detail, had disappeared without a trace.
Looking like a canvas, waiting for stroke of brush.
People ran towards it, they all seemed in a rush.
I saw the Cathedral, on Liverpool's Hope Street.
Its identity now stolen, but still the people meet.
A rainbow struggled to be seen, in the sullen sky.
People wanted answers, there wasn't one dry eye.
The people looked above them, then down below.
Were they seeing a new age, was this a new hello?
Then I looked around, every building was the same.
Our time was at an end...only ourselves to blame.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Fri 9th Dec 2022 13:30
Hello Mike.
I've been in both of Liverpool's Cathedrals, and they are truly magnificent buildings in their own right.
When you say:
"I saw the Cathedral, on Liverpool's Hope Street.
Its identity now stolen"
I ask what's that identity, and
by whom has it been stolen?
When clerics of all Christian denominations routinely suck up to the rich, privileged and powerful in our society, without meaningfully challenging the suffering caused by our politicians, I would argue they are imitating the hypocrisy of the elites of Jesus' day, which saw the prophet nailed to a tree for his troubles.