Stepping Into the Distant Past
" I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination...".
Too hesitant to enter,
I pause and ponder:
is this a place of wonder?
What tempts me to open it?
Is it curiosity or desire,
and what lies beyond it?
The aged brown door decorated with brass painted in black,
has a distinctive Gothic style of a house of prayer standing yards from the bay;
will I find in the rear an altar made of marble
with an angel on each side guarding off evil?
Once inside that mysterious chapel, where monks venerated God, I must
follow it to where it leads me, neither fear nor superstition can frighten me!
If it has no bell-tower, where are the bells? Were they stolen to make swords?
Was it destroyed by fire or by the enemy who was a heartless infidel?
It could be rebuilt and brought to the lost splendor of those amazing ages,
and to rebuild it from the ashes, only faith can induce such an ambitious will...
could I envision, perhaps a little too early, what a glorious sight it would be?
And if peace is found here, I will dwell in it as they did praising God indefinitely.
Written By Andrew Crisci for Constance La France's Contest,
" Three Gems "
Form: Rhyme
Written on 7/31/ 2011
Deadline: Sunday August 20, 2011
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