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| maybe you'll wait there for me |
try as hard as you can, there's just no making sense of it.
as time goes by, the people you love turn one by one
and walk away into that darkness
that is eating apart everything, bit by bit.
there's nothing you can do about it.
you can tell yourself that they're going to the other side
with everything you ever lost, to a world where
things finally make sense and the shadow of death
doesn't hang over every word and deed.
maybe that's something you can hold onto in the midst of the tempest,
when the fierce winds are howling and tearing away
everything you hold dear.
maybe you can pretend that you're there now,
and not here. not here. not in this plane,
where the ground itself unravels beneath your feet,
and those things you love all eventually fade like dreams at dawn.
maybe you have enough strength, enough fortitude
to not want to turn your back on all good things
because you know that wherever they ultimately end up
they will go away.
maybe you can let go, you can salvage something of your heart,
you can turn away from the approaching nothingness, you can
take in a deep breath and let it fill you with life, and
you can keep yourself from wasting your days entreating each one
not to go wherever they go to, not to leave you behind.
maybe you'll find them all again someday, stashed away somewhere
as full of beauty and possibility as they were when they were first created,
and maybe you'll wait there for me.
as time goes by, the people you love turn one by one
and walk away into that darkness
that is eating apart everything, bit by bit.
there's nothing you can do about it.
you can tell yourself that they're going to the other side
with everything you ever lost, to a world where
things finally make sense and the shadow of death
doesn't hang over every word and deed.
maybe that's something you can hold onto in the midst of the tempest,
when the fierce winds are howling and tearing away
everything you hold dear.
maybe you can pretend that you're there now,
and not here. not here. not in this plane,
where the ground itself unravels beneath your feet,
and those things you love all eventually fade like dreams at dawn.
maybe you have enough strength, enough fortitude
to not want to turn your back on all good things
because you know that wherever they ultimately end up
they will go away.
maybe you can let go, you can salvage something of your heart,
you can turn away from the approaching nothingness, you can
take in a deep breath and let it fill you with life, and
you can keep yourself from wasting your days entreating each one
not to go wherever they go to, not to leave you behind.
maybe you'll find them all again someday, stashed away somewhere
as full of beauty and possibility as they were when they were first created,
and maybe you'll wait there for me.
| completed and blessed on june 7, 1925, the "lower church" served as the main place of worship until the upper chapel was completed in 1928. afterwards it still served as a secondary place of worship when the upper church was in use. |