Chapel

Stained glass sags inward.
Mouse gnawed pews are scattered in broken rows.
Wind blown debris swirls playfully down the ragged central aisle.
Arriving at a broken marble altar.
Its inner secrets obscenely revealed amidst the cracked and broken stones.
The great crucifix has tumbled from the wall.
His head is crushed and stone flesh lies about in fractured glory.
The font has become a leaf strewn bird bath.
A raven dances in the brackish water.
The chill wind caresses the dust.
In the dying, stained sunlight the secret of the crucifix is revealed.
But surely it is stone inside fire hallowed clay and not mortal bones.

Mist L. Reynolds-Main
June 5, 1996

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