A vast sphere filled with vacancy
yet solid as a fortress.
A hollow resonant with sound
where the ghosts of time whisper.

Perhaps a shell abandoned
by some cosmic creature,
shaped by the contours
of that ancient resident.

Or an ark floating through
the centuries offering
shelter from impermanence,
a fragment of eternity.

It suggests no ritual,
inviting whatever faith can mean
to find its own expression,
flourish and pass on.