The Cathedral

The Cathedral, for me, is not just a building, but a sanctuary of peace, reflection, and contemplation. It is a place where I pause to ponder the journey of life and the time I have left on this earth. I seek it out in moments of quiet—when the halls are empty, and I can find solace in the stillness. There, in the silence, I marvel at the architecture—the soaring ceilings, the intricate windows, the craftsmanship that was carved by hand, without the hum of power tools.

As a carpenter and builder, and the son of a master builder and cabinet maker, I know the language of craft. I can feel the dedication in the structure, the meticulous care in each detail. It is a reminder—a grounding force—that we are all part of something larger than ourselves. A place where I can recalibrate my sense of purpose and realize where I fit in the grand design of things.

The Cathedral, though, is not bound by any single form. It could be a synagogue, a mosque, or even a mountaintop. Each holds its own sacred meaning, each a reflection of humanity’s shared quest for peace. To me, the Cathedral is a universal symbol—a place where all people, regardless of their faith or background, can come together in harmony.

In that space, I am reminded that we are all connected—one human family under the sky. A reminder that, just as every language has a word for the sun, every soul is embraced by the warmth of God’s love. The Cathedral is a place where peace reigns, where hope is nurtured, and where the divine is felt in the simplicity of quiet reflection