ST. STEPHEN'S CHURCH, DOUGLAS, ARIZONA

I stand among my confreres in the square Of churches; towered, Gothic'd, ivy-grown. I am a prototype of one in fair And far off Canterbury, and I own Inception to consecrated purpose, fraught With sentiment, by those who pastored, day By day, through years of saintly toil, and sought To guide the Pilgrims' footsteps in the Way. Within the sanctuary's holy place An empty cross, cool candle-lighted dusk, Where now another, filled with spiritual grace, Administers the cup. I stand, a trust To sacred purpose, reared on sacred sod, A symbol of integrity to God.