Shrine
Eyes wide in wonder I entered the chapel
a curious child
through the back door of the church
candles twinkling in the dim light
streaming through the stained glass
like colored candy
like lollipops
statues of saints standing sentry in silence
staring soullessly
I startled for a moment as I thought I saw one move
an illusion of light and shadow
from the flames flitting and flickering
the white wax melting and pooling
Veiled women and bearded men with sandaled feet
A man’s body bloodied and broken
held in his mourning mother’s arms
carved in marble
Morbid monuments to cruelty
A shrine to suffering
The air heavy as velvet curtains
The scent of incense suffocating
The ambiance eerie and funereal
Was he watching me? Was he here?
I called out
my voice echoing off the brick and stone
There was no answer
I was alone
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