Beginning

Ceiling swathed in sheer silk,
altar draped in samite,
gold leaf edging the cross
gleaming dull in dusk’s light.
In the empty hush rise
whispers, voices chant song,
bells echo, a child cries.
Outside, the crowd rustles;
a bird chirrups nearby.
As long shadows reach for
the belltower’s top point
the firelight wavers, cracks.
It is almost time.

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