Below is the poem entitled The Church which was written by poet
Nel. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Wooden guardians part reluctantly,
Their threats feeble against my entry.
The gloom adjusts itself in the warm light from outside.
Cold steam billows
Where incense rose and inspired.
Apprehend the emptiness.
Old blessings echo off the walls and fall on to cracked tiles.
All around the cracked altar swirl spirits
Invoked in need.
The long empty table,