The Divine Lockdown

Do I hear the prayers of

Joy, hope, despair, foreboding

Lingering every day through the 

Courtyards where pilgrims once flocked

Seeking redemption and peace

On the edifice chained to protect

And commune with the divine

The tall grass sway

On the unkempt lands

The water changed its hue

What once tendered to the holy,

Spirits lost of forgotten souls

The solemn task of each bell

Chimes in hope and in vain

Forgotten celebrations of grand festivals

Only to reflect the neglect and pain

The prayers falter amidst the

Broken wishes and rules

Those Pulpits creaked

Yearning for lost devotion

The tall grass keeps growing

On the unkempt lands