Rebuilding

I sift through remains

of an old church, toppled

by battles perhaps, or time.

I pick through foundation stones,

beams that held the vault,

shards of colored glass,

fallen statues.

Digging through rubble,

I bring up piece after piece,

saving the sacred

for what is now

growing,

stone by stone,

pageantry and idols gone.

Now there is a quiet

sense of spirit

inside these simple walls

sweeping upward to a space

supported by beams

cracked but held together

by something strong,

everlasting and true.

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