Churches have been burning everywhere

For various reasons since their creation

Some made of wood and stone

Most of beliefs and hopes

Each time the fire takes everything on its path

Leaving behind either ashes and water, or delusion and despair

In equal parts

Each time the scorching heat inside the soul

Unbearable

 

Now the cathedral is on fire

People congregate from all over

An inorderly procession of 

Ashen faces and teary eyes

Believers (whatever their beliefs) not

Believing what is clearly there to see

 

I suppose this is what you call

A faithful night

 

Now the cathedral is coming down

The defeated spire with its tilted head

No longer yearns for the promised sky

The roof gone, you can see

Amidst the rain of sparks and debris

The frightful immensity of the waiting night

 

How do you even start to rebuild

On collapsed foundations

A sacred place in the mind to house

The most intimate silent conversations

With oneself

 

I am like you

Standing on the steps of a burning church

Wondering where next to go