Shells Of Faith Poem by John A. Hancock

Once songs of praise fill'd these shrines of glory
Crumbling cathedrals brother sun peeks his roving eye
Shadows trace the foot steps of Christian Monks
Whose chanting voices echo'd
Now were only memories lie

Sister moon with thy pale white smile
Bathe the ruins shaped by the dust of time
Light the stairs of medieval stones forgotten
Tread by brothers when the bells in the Abby chimed

Grayish skeletons of brick and mortar
Relics shrouded by the mist of dusk and dawn
Guardians whose walls still inspire awe
Though their choral masters have come and gone