Angel

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A tired, old path
fighting the grass
Rainy day soot,
blackens the walls
Dry, wrinkled skin,
hides empty pews

The angel watches,
arching her wings
Lattice and lace,
dripping in white
Faith’s last bastion
drips from her face

 

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Photo: A street in Prague, Czech Republic, c.b.w. 2008
Words: c.b.w. 2014
Inspiration: The juxtaposition of an aging church and a beautiful piece of refurbished architecture. Can you spot the angel?