Darkened Walls, Incandecent Spirits

The old gothic cathedral
stood ominously in the heart of the city
a religious stronghold against the world,
yet to protect and serve
being as old as time,
which stood bravely against the elements
with the great bell tower
filling the sound of music along the countryside
as two circular laden spires stand guard
on either side of the entrance
while stone gargoyles,
an that of priests and kings, adorned the façade
which is illuminated by that of
a great technicolor stained glass window
as candles flicker,
with the light shinning their way up to the Father
having columns of marble rise upward
to the Heavens in majestic heights
finding archways leading to great treasures
of faith preserved for the ages
with confessionals, an those in need,
asking for spiritual divine guidance
while pews for miles, wait for those
who are heavy with burdens
as a choirs vocals reverberate amongst the silence
of heart of worship
with a figure of Christ on a wooden cross
hangs above the sacred alter

So now, parishioners view the debris
of ground zero with bereavement
as the once mighty edifice,
lays broken from a war of belief an hate
taking in its wake, leaving those to grieve,
but power still in prayer
as life, with mend darkened walls,
an uplift incandescent spirits