WEN: 4E0752
Exhibitor Name: Lauren de Vore
Division: Poetry (Adults)
Class: 01 Poetry
Cathedral by Lauren de Vore The forests once were filled with trees; So tall and straight, their branches touched the sky. Beneath their leafy vault, a breeze Wafted the voice of God upon a sigh. For eons stood these sacred groves, And men revered the holiness within, Sought haven in the hushed alcoves That held a fragment of that first Eden. Then came a time when progress raised Its mighty head, and men cut down the trees. Where once they worshiped, now they razed, And built a church with which their God to please. For ten-score years they toiled, and grand The edifice they built, with soaring spire And lofty arching nave that spanned From earth to sky till they could build no higher. With carven vine and flower, with gold And silver, precious gems in rainbow hue, With parables in stained glass told, ‘Twas beautiful from each and every view. And so it stood for centuries, More than mere church it was, but icon, meme, Till one fell day, a spark, a breeze, And fire ravaged ancient stone and beam. Men cried in anguished disbelief To see the work of ages so destroyed. But soon they rallied out of grief, “We’ll resurrect this treasure from the void!” They drew up plans, they cleared the ground, And then a gasp of horror they expelled. There were no forests to be found, For God’s own handiwork they’d long since felled. Gone were the trees, the sacred groves, Gone were the fragrant grasses and the flowers, Silent the songful feathered droves
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