Forgotten Passages
White tears
in gray blue cloth
spread beneath my pulpit,
guardian dominion
unneeded,
beacon of warning
unheeded,
reduced to an artifact
Fading facade
attends proud history
preserved only in
wind blown whispers of ancient mariners,
taken by transient trippers.
A century of tumult
and torrent
now crumbled
into an icon
more often than not
humbled to
Gabriel’s clarion
“What is that?”
-Jerry Wendt 2012
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