One of the lovely things about working with SD Smith is his deep and sincere humility. But sometimes, that humility forces me to pry something beautiful from his bashful clutches in order to share it with you all. Like this poem. You’re welcome.
— James Witmer
A Cathedral of Words
I cannot, I think, build a great building of any kind,
To last a thousand years.
Not with these hands.
So I will try, in my own way,
To make something that lasts a while.
I will try, I think,
To build a cathedral of words.
But that is too grand.
A cottage is more likely, with washing on the line.
A little home.
Simple meals.
A warm fire.
Happy kids.
A cottage of words.
May it last a little while and lend fire to a few tired travelers, moving through whatever darkness,
This industrious world manufactures for them.
A cathedral of words? Perhaps that’s too grand a spire. But I, bold as a mouse,
Aspire.
So I will build what I can,
And let my children, when they are grey,
Say what it was.
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Thanks for prying, James, and for writing, Sam. This is lovely.
Thank you, gentlemen. I love this.
What these ladies already said. 🙂
This has touched my heart in the most beautiful of ways. Thank you.
Thank you, Michelle!