Rigozo
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?
Waking Dreams Unmasked 
Maybe the ministry moved to their permanent site!
A beautiful piece! Deep and questioning
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Wish somebody stayed behind to tell us more. Thank you Uzi! Stay good!
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Abandoned places prompt so many questions don’t they? I love the wind reminding the poet of hymns.
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I always wonder if abandoned places ever feel lonely because they look so lost and sad. Thank you, Marion.
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This is amazing.
Happy Sunday
Much💚love
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