Rain on the roof
is calling,
calling the silence
up from the pews.
Shadows of ages
and shades of a people
calling in silence
up from the pews.
Remember the masses
gone and departed
silence and memory,
thick dusk come at noon.
Air that is water
and light that is
darkness. Silence,
of history whispering
there, there in the pews.
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