Gothic and sturdy it sits
Perched on a manicured mound
Strangely massive, given how small
Built by believers now long gone
Next door, the sprawling university hums along
Chemists create their cultures
Thespians play with the past
Engineers rewire the world
Meanwhile, the modest chapel overlooks it all
An older, wiser sister judging sibling frenzy
Her towered bell gently pervades next door
Each clang suggesting ancient tensions
How shall we mark the time?
chronos or chairos?
