It was a small mosaic,
tiny shards of jeweled glass.
Through it, a single ray of light
casts itself on a dusty, wooden floor.

Were anyone to enter upon them,
the boards would creak and moan of age.
But no one enters there,
and empty pews only whisper
of the thunderous hymns
that used to light the fires
of a thousand candles.

Rejoicing and praise,
prayers for strength
and cries for mercy
sent to God's ear
on lines of song.