Religion From Rock
In the Maronite churches,
Of Mount Lebanon,
You can still feel,
A religion carved from rock,
From nature,
From first principles.
Boulders hang above,
The altars,
The roofs are rock,
Newly carved from heaven.
You have to wander,
Along mountain paths,
To reveal a church,
On the cliff’s edge.
You can see,
The protection,
The persistence,
Of the Christian.
Who had to carve,
His religion,
Defend it,
From the start,
Scrape it, sculpt it,
From bare blocks,
Build his faith,
Out of the very rocks.