nyáj

in the shadows of a great unrest
stand hallowed halls
yet undisturbed by
collapse.

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to be untouched by
revolution
is a lucky fate
for a place like this—
so stable in lives
and yet
always received
with such hostility.

oh, to be a church—
a great meeting hall
for those of
the faith—
is to be us,
the people of this place
who dare to
keep their fire alive.

we are but a
little congregation,
coming together
once in awhile.
giving praise to
what had been;
remembering what
our time had lost.

we bear upon our weary backs
a legacy
and hope one day
to restore it.

but
we must rest now,
and resign to our dreams
what could be again.