Caritas

Rachael Boast

These stones speak a level language 

 murmured word by word, 

 a speech pocked and porous（能渗透的） with loss, 

 and the slow hungers of weathering. 

And there, in the broken choir, children 

 are all raised voice, loving the play of outline 

 and absence where the dissembled god 

 has shared his shape and homed us. 

At the end of the nave（中殿）, the east front stands 

 both altered and unchanged, 

 its arch like a glottal stop. 

And what comes across, half-said 

 into all that space, is that it's enough 

 to love the air we move through.