The Book of Kells

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Religion dwells in glass cases

in dimly lit enclaves,

dark grottoes of light; beehive cells

where monks in solicitous solitude

scripted holy verse.

Gospel on calves’ vellum,

beetle wing peacocks, oak apple spirals,

Christ in lapis lazuli;

apostles, saints, and triskeles with

crosses crossing all.

Men of holy inspiration

turning darkness into light

with insular majuscule.

Saving impudent civilization,

irreverent as Molly Malone

bathing in Dublin’s dark pool.


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