Holy Order

stone for stone the building had begat during the nature of sudden earthquakes a calling of holiness beyond the greatness of st Francis of assist while my eyes focused on the smaller pebbles being tossed about the raw gravel throughout such graveness why I never questioned him I could only witness the coming before me his hands held my face upward as the brightness covered his image for small moments glimpse's of his eyes bathed me within a sorrowful notion that this life was only the beginning he expressed disaster and omens were necessary benefactors to calm his own wrath beneath my whithered soul