What vines peeled back
from the portico
What marriage of metal
on the rusted lamp post
What figures courting
sainthood in the shadows
What water pools
as verdigris in the font
What chorus of habits
hidden in the rafters
What panel pressed
into the flower of wood
What roots revive
beneath the ruins
What sediment of bones
falls on the grass as rain
In response to Via Negativa: Digger.
I especially like the last two lines. Shiver!
Courting, habits… You are clever, Ms. Luisa! I immediately went and looked up the history of the church in its various incarnations.