Cold Cathedral

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Winter in Wroclaw 1947-1948 . Church of Our Lady

Where Hell hath risen
Doth emerge a prison
Of both ice and fire,
Free from desire.

Numbing flames
They scorch and tame.
Now we’re rendered fearless
In the face of pain and loss.

We hold nothing dear
And see nothing to preserve.
Now when idols collapse we cheer.
What shall befall us next we deserve.

8 November 2017

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