Whispered Hymns
Let's workshop this poem about the transformation of sacred spaces in a rapidly changing and increasingly secular world--transformations, however, that retain a ghostly presence of the past.
Whispered Hymns Rent rising despite congregations dwindling like dawn stars, worship spaces now serve corporate meetings by day and booty bashes by night—events divorced from the faith that consecrated the stone, the stained glass, snatching a few unlikely eyes like a ghost.
