You are an empty cathedral echoing voiceless hallelujahs to the angels that sit on dusty rafters above.
You are stained glass windows stained with smoke from pain and regret and of ages long past and time long lost.
You are moaning pews and creaking wood that never silences even when no one has stepped foot inside.
You are haunted and beautiful like all holy things that are left behind in the wake of destruction.
Yet you stand among the ashes as a beacon towards whatever future dare approach.
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:) Kathryn