Duke University Chapel

Inside these walls and roof of stone and glass
The light is split and broken, shattered it passes
Through my skin and flesh.  I breathe the past
And present simultaneously with the masses
Kneeling by these wooden benches filled
With more than light.  The organ swells its song,
The sound reviving stone the workmen stilled
So long ago (their curves were cut so strong
Their edges speak).  These pillars reach above
Like Adam at his birth, and as I stare
I touch the naked hand of yearning love
Between the stony heart and God's despair:
As Adam's promised seed breathes His last
The music dies, the echoes having passed.

Bryan Ness