A church fire…

church fireThe day the church burned down
was the day I found my faith,
because if fire can destroy bricks
and hardwood in just minutes
there’s hope for the likes of me;

even at nine years of age I knew,
it was drilled into me, there’d
be a lot to change but who knew
the great unchanging, infallible
tradition would shift from red
to blue carpet; rebuilt, grander,

new smells to learn, new pews
to christen, new saints to spy,
but try as they must they could
not remain unmoved, instead
of hiding behind rails and veils,
a fire was the only thing
that could ever change them.

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