Old Church

Standing alone, a stark alabaster shrine,Its bells now only echoes in the wind.Filtered light spills through stained glass,Melting, multicolored, upon the altar’s worn embrace. The crucifix clings to its nailed sacrifice,Gazing down with sorrowed eyesUpon the voiceless pulpit, darkened with use—A silent sentinel in the hollow hush. A dusty hymnal, its pages torn and yellowed,Lies […]

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