Standing, desolate
the building lies,
sleeping, undisturbed
under the everchanging skies.
The people who have been past,
their life, their being dies,
but the chapel, remembers them,
quiet, listening,
still it stands.
Visitors gaze, question
it's existance
each of its days, and
how it achieved
this state, disrepair,
silence,
but beautiful and ever listening,
keeping and making,
steeping and shrouding,
secrets, the secrets
of their past,
its present,
the future.
It will nurture
and keep alive.
Ex 10/8th
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