St. Anthony of Padua, Hoven, South Dakota
I’ve come to the Cathedral of the Prairie,
the work of Anton Zwack and Anton Dohmen,
but first I wander through the cemetery
where farmers sleep, and almost like an omen
a dove bursts from a spruce tree. Holy Spirit,
inspire my reading. Wake the dead to hear it.
Behind the graves a field of waving barley
bearded and golden, whispers when the wind blows,
a perfect crop where spirits come to parley,
to watch great-grandsons lay it down in windrows.
Most of the men who built this church were German—
Otto and Sigmund, Wilhelm, Helmut, Herman—
but here’s a Timothy, and there’s a Kevin
and twin spires reaching achingly toward Heaven.
Tim Murphy (north dakotah poet)
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Tim Murphy (north dakotah poet)
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