Ancient stone,

Forgotten and lost.

Nowhere found,

Alone on a hill

In the middle of

The vast wilderness of

Earth.

Great Oak doors

On cold stone floors,

Windows cracked,

Colors dull, 

Vines making a

Kingdom of it all.

Great Doors open,

And in came light!

A small torch, burning

Its merry flame.

Old face, 

young face,

Peer around the Doors,

And sees

Emptiness.

Pews empty, 

wood shot with mold,

Ancient and unused,

Never touched,

There for centuries.

Organ still,

No sound

Save the 

Lightning outside the

Great Doors.

Darkness swamps the light

And it goes

Out. 

Moonlight comes shining in

Through the 

Great Windows,

Chipped and cracked,

Their colors dull,

Stories from the past.

In the light,

The pews are full.

Old face,

Young face, 

Look at the organ.

Keys are moving,

Songs are sounding,

Life is flourishing.

FIgures in

White robes,

Billowing in

Unseen wind.

Brave knights,

Swords in hand,

And Kings,

Rulers on their 

Thrones.

Windows clear,

Colors bright,

Under the white

Moonlight that

Shines in through the 

Unbroken glass,

But alas,

Old face,

Young face,

Lightning strikes, 

they blink.

Hall is empty, 

keys are still,

Air is silent,

Not a voice.

Windows dull and

Cracked, and

Ancient stone sits,

Molding.

Thunder rolls

Twice again,

The moon is gone

Behind the 

Clouds.

Old face,

Young face, 

depart with the 

Retreating Moon,

Leaving the 

Forgotten place,

And go back to

Life, and

Civilization.