Writers’ Weir: Cathedral

Cathedral

This Sunday
the ocean is my cathedral.
The wind, clearly visible
breaking in random pattern
across the waves
is all I need of The Holy One.
The Word is being written
in the open sky.
I need no homilies
in pompous voice,
nor metaphors drawn
parasitic
from the God
in which I sail.

• Sarah Williams experiences poetry as clear, brave, passionate speech. For 38 years she has lived all around Alaska, mostly in a small village. What she has experienced she finds best expressed in a poem.