The Lady stands on the roof of the south tower
Now a beacon to those freeway bound
Oversized and bright to signify her power
Within the church and community hound.
Atop the corbelled, carved parapet
Her gilding gleams a bright butter gold
Above the rose window front and center set
Through the 150 years many stories can be told
Of the Madonna of Detroit and the prayers that were met.
From those newly arrived from Europe
Who gazed on her lovely face
To those flying down the freeway
Nodding as they kept the pace
A constant reminder, proud and tall
That not all Detroit landmarks
Fall to the wrecking ball.