Holy Ruins

Holy Ruins I imagine your beauty How you looked ages ago Your thatched roof Stain-glassed windows The moss growing on your stone walls There was life within you Babies being christened Men and women becoming one And the last goodbyes to those who were gone That was so very long ago Since then time has ravaged you The people who loved you left Went away to the cities Your roof fell into dust Your windows shattered in the wind Your walls came down from neglect Your spires reach like claws into the sky As they try to catch the passing clouds The people of your past are long gone So is the beauty of your youth But your ruins have their own beauty A majestic quality no place else has And that makes you a treasure