Alesia Leach Poet Free verse

Hollow

Those church doors, once open wide,
are closed. Hinges rusted and ancient
thorn bushes, once trimmed,
now block entry.

Inside, the pews are barren.
The pulpit, a dust-covered monument
to an age gone by.
The stained-glass windows, shattered.

No hymns echo through the rafters,
no prayers or pleas for forgiveness
are whispered in the dark corners.
There is no one left to ask for salvation.

The people have all but vanished,
like ghosts on the wind.
Their faith in God lost,
their souls released from bondage.

But somewhere in this hollow church,
amidst the echoes and the dust,
the spirit of God lingers still,
waiting to be reborn within us all.

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Paige Hind May 18, 2025 at 2:56 PM A deep and inspirational write- I did not expect this from the title, "Hollow"- Alesia Leach May 23, 2025 at 4:23 PM Thank you, Paige. I wanted the title to feel like a doorway into something unexpected--emptiness that still holds a spark of grace. I’m so glad the depth of it found you. Your words lift it.