Day 1366, past it. Day's pictures, Poetry Modern churches are no longer made to last ~ its not because the end is near but because we already past it
Day 1349, no luster. Day's pictures, Poetry Modern worship is transparent like a tree in winter ~ you can see the heavens but the luster of summer and green shade is gone
Day 1305, echo. Day's pictures, Poetry The lights still shines in the house of worship and the words and music still echoes silently
