Grave as the cold which steals the warmth of a corpse – the abandoned church stood like a man awaiting trial.
The wind murmured as it rushed in through the shuttered windows, reminiscent of hymns.
Where are the worshippers with their eyes closed in reverence and lips moving in earnest prayers?
Why does the promise of redemption no longer quicken their steps? Why do their shadows no longer stretch through the doors of the church?
Who left the church behind? God, the priest, or was it the townspeople?