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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
I walk by old Saint John’s It’s just the street I am on The face is shadows. But the sun’s rising And the beauty surprising Its stained glass window Once upon a time This was a church very fine, But in years gone by. In a brief fire Worshipping did expire With whimper and sigh. The back is now gone No wood pews left to sit on, Standing room only Once more I go in Cause the door’s been left open, I go in to see. In dust I must chough Christ’s statue has arms broke off, Stands so serenely. Asking me from there His burden to take a share And be his lost hands. Then the sun shines down Colors painted on the ground Around where I stand. The window looks different on this side With light shining on me I can’t hide Bathed in the light of years of prayer Accumulated goodness residing there A breeze blows the clouds around The dimming brings back city sounds Echoing off the crumble back wall The holiness here hasn’t left at all. Once here it will always reside. Gloom |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
almost missed this one.. nicely done..especially like the last verse. M |
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