By Jeannette Kirchner
Crushed rock across finger tips
bricks to the hand scraping across them.
Broken, cracked, faded, colorless stained glass
of meaningless scripture.
Shame overshadows as pieces of straw fall through the roof
scared flocks scattered into the sky.
Scurried away from their home built from God’s former home
of the decaying steeple-top.
What hope lingers as moments move forward?
History, sweet history lingering on
in
the
form
of
a church.
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