Passive Missionary

Passive Missionary

Oh, great Cathedral,
sit with me here by the fire
tell the tale once again
open the dry, dusty vault
and remove the hidden scrolls
my footprints have persisted

Your walls were polished
by the echo of a thousand voices
you guided the craftman's hands
to create ornate carvings
depicting your struggle for harmony
the sun dances wildly
through your painted windows
a shrine of flickering candles
surrounds a cloaked statue
it was here I heard you whisper:

"I summoned them from their spiritual slumber
a haven of peace, where all men release their souls
the same face replies in the mirror;
I am a single voice; a single song
a transmitter to the limitless universe within."

When I awakened, the fire had become ashes
I once again understood your vision
and journeyed into the morning mist.

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