Locus Iste

Locus iste a Deo factus est -
Did simple men with learned hands
shape and lay stone on stone? Were they aware
of cross, or crueller hunger - did they care
for church, or life? For crown, or land?

Inaestimabile sacramentum -
This is no holy silence but a meld
of echoes. Time-dulled hammers ring
again to choir and distant klaxon. Children sing
blind Latin. Mocking Babel is dispelled.

Irreprehensibilis est -
A harmony forever unresolved,
whose tensions thrill,
who moves,
and yet is still.

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