A shaft of light
sneaks into a shattered window.
Golden ribbons embrace the bitter darkness.
Fallen beams and a worn pulpit;
an old chapel, defeated
in its battle against time,
and awaits it patiently,
into its own lonely darkness.
Then comes a light,
a glorious beam, seeking lost souls
and radiating its warmth and brightness
throughout the sinking room.
Sharing its beauty within,
creating a long-lost emotion
in the forgotten and sacred monuments.
the feeling of a spirit
and a congregation singing praises--
inspiring tunes from within the heart.
And for a moment, time shouts its victory.
Then, slowly, the music dies away
and the light disappears.
Loneliness, once again, exists--
a cloud has covered the sun.
written January 1994