Mass

(wrote this in May)

A gargoyle positioned itself on the northeast side of the cathedral’s dome. The sound of virgin choir boys’ voices seeped out the golden half-sphere and fell to the streets, sliding down roofs, collecting in rain barrels. At its perch, the granite figure collected what it could catch of the sung prayer of the innocents. As the resonance entered the stone the creature began to vibrate. Its paws chattered against the structure they clutched until, by an act of pure will, they were stilled. For a long minute, the living rock held its position, silent as its immobile brethren. The song ended. A sigh escaped the assembled multitude. Rays of sun kissed the frozen figure’s beak, reflecting off the innumerable crystalline bits. One sharp amber eye was revealed from ‘neath its mineral caul. Feather began to find grip among stone and flourish. Life spread from head to toe and tail-tip and the griffin shook itself, shaking dust from its lustrous coat. And then Mass incarnate took to the skies, carrying the hopes and dreams of the people to the heavens above.