Spires rising high as if touching the sky
Remind me of an old tamil saying
Must be true in any other tongue
View the spires, rid your despair.
Is it not quaint, to absolve taint
Must be the reason for those of yore
Building spires taller and taller
For one to view from far and near.
When I see the tip of spires
I see the heavens bright and clear
Lighted by the halo of one
Sitting beside His Father.
And spire is the neck
(church being the body)
Am sure its our father in heaven
Casting His merciful glance on us.
No doubt its a beautiful sight
And I guess the best way
To tend the flock from above
From here to land's end.
The spires inspire me
4/23/02
If Peter were to resign and return the keys
Overwhelming you by the new opportunity
With the responsibility to be the New Rock.
Will you be willing to stand at the gate?
Checking the id of those about to enter
It is ticket less travel like the Continental
But sure they all need to show credential.
The highway to heaven is congested
With intercession of the apostles and saints
To let in is a thankless job albeit coveted
But none may accept from you, in turn.
That’s why Peter never resigned
To return his keys or relinquish the post.
And I say also unto thee, That thou art Peter,
and upon this rock I will build my church….
(Matthew 16:18)
