Desperate

 

Desperate_6

All is empty and plain.

The tabernacle unadorned

and the rafters oak and all forlorn.

 

Basilica of the National Shrine

 

Oh give me the ancient churches long ago,

with their sighing organs and windy towers,

but with stained saints and adorned spires.

 

 

For here in this lonely, empty, sealed church,Desperate_4

I am completely desolate.

But there, though spooks and whispers,

troubled prayer, I had the plaster saints

when I was desperate.

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