Shadows shift through ruins
sharing time since Eden’s song.
Lab-coated archeologists
scrape and trowel bits of history.
Decayed churches rest
next to new cathedrals.
Uniformed custodians scrub floors,
polish brass and light candles.
Ghosts hover aisles and pews,
sweat blood-drip from marble crucifixes.
A thunder and quaking flash of light,
golden gothic gigantic doors open.
Choirs of angels glory-sing,
proceed away to next mediaeval.
