Echoed Prayers
Orvieto, Italy, June 2022
A slight bow
A curtsy
The sign of the cross
Echo, echo
As the frescoes fade
The miracles parade
And the gilded candelabras dim
The story
Lost
Feet wander
Stomp every marble stone
But the story
The story’s almost gone
And Christ hangs
Still in time
His arms outstretched
His bleeding wounds
His body bent aside
Ecce homo
Feel the tears roll
And look…
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