I Saw a Little Kid

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I saw a little kid run out of the Cathedral Basilica

so I figured it was alright to go inside,

to raise my hand to the brass handles

and to ease open the pillared door.

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I saw a tourist group inside the Cathedral Basilica

so I figured it was alright to look around,

even thought I had dirty Chacos on,

even though I was dressed for a day at the zoo.

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I saw a man with a camera in the sanctuary of the Cathedral Basilica

so I figured it was alright to slip out my phone,

to pack all that arching sparkle into a few Samsung pictures,

to shoot Trent a text saying: “You gotta come in the front doors.”

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I saw a man praying at the altar of the Cathedral Basilica,

so I figured it was alright to slide into a pew,

to sit as silent as the painted saints on the ceilings,

(and even though I’m Protestant) to see Jesus hung crucified in marble.

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Yes,

I saw a little kid come out of the Cathedral Basilica.

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